How small do you
Want me to be/
Weighed in the balance/
Left lonely/
So much can be/
Said through silence/
As hard as it seems/
All that we need/
Is too close to be seen/

Our lives/
You build your walls for me to climb/

Travels the very/
Nature we'll live in/
Seasons to cycles/
Children to men/
Mislead and misread/
Company or companion/
With all of our hearts/
We follow our dreams/
Slightly out of reach/


- "Seasons to Cycles" - 10 Years
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzgzPVB88Ms


As the barometer foretells the storm
While still the skies are clear, the weather warm

So something in us, as old age draws near,
Betrays the pressure of the atmosphere.

The nimble mercury, ere we are aware,
Descends the elastic ladder of the air;

The telltale blood in artery and vein
Sinks from its higher levels in the brain;

Whatever poet, orator, or sage
May say of it, old age is still old age.

It is the waning, not the crescent moon;

The dusk of evening, not the blaze of noon;

It is not strength, but weakness; not desire,
But its surcease; not the fierce heat of fire,
The burning and consuming element,

But that of ashes and of embers spent,
In which some living sparks we still discern,

Enough to warm, but not enough to burn.


- an excerpt of "Morituri Salutamas" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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I want to extend my gratitude to  Crocdragon for making both my vampires look their absolute best! It's always a joy to work with somebody whose art I've admired for years. Nothing you see here would exist without his hard work and effort.


art is ©  Crocdragon

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