Lucretia by: Howard Magana

Lucretia. Where have all the hours of Midnight gone? Where have all the birds flown? Have so many days, become so many years, while so many doubts, became so many fears, and so many hurts, became so many tears? Still, here I stand, on the frayed ends of...love. Were not the millenium of endless nights, enough? Were not the years of immortality, enough? Was not the taste of my lips, enough? Was not the nectar of my heart, enough... to quench this insatiable lust? Have we returned to hopeless mortality? Become what we have loathed for so long. Through this blinding need, through this unrelenting hunger. No longer does love sit in our petrified hearts, no longer does a soul rest in our empty shells. Only the hopelessness of a thousand ages remain. My desire for you is all consuming. To walk all eternity absent of you brings an unquieting taste od despair to my lips. Come the madness! Come the decay! Come the pain... ...come the shrieks of the nameless, faceless souls I've consumed. Into cowardice must I flee. Drive the stake in To drive you out. In a moment of glory Love and death are one the same. (c)hmagana.1990