Show me the meaning of lonely

It’s dark where I am. You do not want to stay here. I will push you to the light.

Take a mother’s advice. The white Oleander is such a beautiful bloom. Foxgloves for this kitsune as she brews some tea.

One cup for you. And one cup for me.

2 thoughts on “Show me the meaning of lonely

  1. Drkvamp (Dark vamp) says:

    I am a creature born of Darkness, at home in the darkness. The light is not for me, it never has been. Of course I try. I try to live as a “normal” person would. To be alive and awake and what people would wish of me, but I am not.

    So you say it is dark where you are? Is it possible you are simply passing through the land where I reside? You are the Goddess of love, and I.. I am an anomoly… I am heartache.. pain.. I am the warm little center of everything humanity hates…

    Dreamland
    Edgar Allan Poe

    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have reached these lands but newly
    From an ultimate dim Thule—
    From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
    Out of SPACE— out of TIME.

    Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
    And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
    With forms that no man can discover
    For the tears that drip all over;
    Mountains toppling evermore
    Into seas without a shore;
    Seas that restlessly aspire,
    Surging, unto skies of fire;
    Lakes that endlessly outspread
    Their lone waters— lone and dead,—
    Their still waters— still and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily.

    By the lakes that thus outspread
    Their lone waters, lone and dead,—
    Their sad waters, sad and chilly
    With the snows of the lolling lily,—
    By the mountains— near the river
    Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,—
    By the grey woods,— by the swamp
    Where the toad and the newt encamp—
    By the dismal tarns and pools

    Where dwell the Ghouls,—
    By each spot the most unholy—
    In each nook most melancholy—
    There the traveller meets aghast
    Sheeted Memories of the Past—
    Shrouded forms that start and sigh
    As they pass the wanderer by—
    White—robed forms of friends long given,
    In agony, to the Earth— and Heaven.

    For the heart whose woes are legion
    ‘Tis a peaceful, soothing region—
    For the spirit that walks in shadow
    ‘Tis— oh, ‘tis an Eldorado!
    But the traveller, travelling through it,
    May not— dare not openly view it!
    Never its mysteries are exposed
    To the weak human eye unclosed;
    So wills its King, who hath forbid
    The uplifting of the fringed lid;
    And thus the sad Soul that here passes
    Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

    By a route obscure and lonely,
    Haunted by ill angels only,
    Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
    On a black throne reigns upright,
    I have wandered home but newly
    From this ultimate dim Thule.

    Is it possible to push darkness into light? I go away in a few days, and I may return I may not, but I do not look forward to it. I want you to remember this, Kalliope, never forget this.. I will let you down… I will make you hurt It’s all I am good at, you see that is the best thing about darkness like me.. Even if I don’t try, people will still stumble around and eventually fall and be hurt. Such is the nature of Darkness.

    Still, as long as you will have me, rain or shine, darkness or light, I will stand beside you. That is until such time as simply being associated with me becomes a burden. It has for so many.

    I am here for you Kalliope, I hope you know that.

    ~DRK

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    • Kalliope says:

      Thank you Dark Storm. How funny, I was just writing a comment to someone’s post who lamented the loss of his Lenore.
      I am an eidolon, sort of. I can be summoned when you call on me. My night is a silent knight. You may be of Thule, and if that is true, then empower yourself with the thu’um – Dark Storm Redhawk. Christ like, ionized electrical charge. A frye may be small, but when you realise the power of your name, harness that negative storm champ-ion within you to purify the positively charged air particles of your own lair… give yourself room to breathe again, and try to cherish these days you have with your wife and children. Give you something to hold and hope for to survive your time away.

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