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Hush little baby, don't you cry
Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby
Of death and darkness and eerie things
That travel the night on gilded wings
Of witches and demons and monsters so fierce
Of battles and swords and arrows that peirce
Of the spells and secrets of my sacred Art
That darken even the purest heart
And if, through it all, you begin to fear
Remember that I am always here
So take the legacy I gift to thee
And when I am gone, remember me.
Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby
Of death and darkness and eerie things
That travel the night on gilded wings
Of witches and demons and monsters so fierce
Of battles and swords and arrows that peirce
Of the spells and secrets of my sacred Art
That darken even the purest heart
And if, through it all, you begin to fear
Remember that I am always here
So take the legacy I gift to thee
And when I am gone, remember me.
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Sadistic Lullaby
Hush little baby, say not a word
There never was a mockingbird
Roses are red until they die
Oh, soon enough like you and I
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is, if you survive the night
Twinkle, Twinkle little star
Sky so black, the moon so far
Mary had a little lamb,
And the fleece was black as coal
When you fall asleep tonight,
Then the world will steal your soul
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is, if you survive the night
Rockaby babe, in the tree tops
When the wind blows, life then stops
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
And dead will be baby, smile and all
Hush my child, 'twill be alright
That is,
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To Be A Malkavian...
You see Kindred, there is a deep meaning to the clan of Malkav. Malkavians. Those who share the blood of the antediluvian, Malkav. So, so many kindred are aware of our curse, the insanity that runs from sire to childer down through the generations of our clan.
And yet, the camarilla accepts us with open arms. Why then, would the camarilla accept a bunch of psychotic, deranged fools into their midst? Why not exterminate us, or better still leave us for their greatest enemy, the sabbat? That way, we become the problem of the enemy.
I will tell you why. Because we of Malkavs blood, like so many Kindred have a skill. A strength. An attrib
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Necromancer
Follow my sleek fingers to a life you know nothing of.
A life that extends it's hand to you from underneath
The moving earth.
Forge strength reborn within the passion-burning
Core of my eyes. Relinquish your thirst, re-mend
Your broken rotten skin. Breathe without taking a breath.
I am one with your kind.
Harnessing abilities requiring not the edge of a sword. Only the whimsical,
Deadly depths of a wooden stick enchanted by magical stones. Those very
Gems, shining with life-giving serum. The boding miracle
Of rebirth.
For I am a necromancer. A true friend of the undead. I can bless
With the fiercest heart, with the most cunn
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How'd you like to be the baby that this guy *coughLewyncough* is singing to?
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Oh nice - the ending was good! The over all poem is well written, really like the rhythm and the elements and the ending was quite appropriate. Very well written