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Written on a Silver Bullet
by Brian McCune
Hear her crying in the darkness,
See her tears of blood run down,
And tell me how you justify it,
If she can't stand on hallowed ground.Woven in the moonlit roses,
Down beside her bleeding heart,
Written on a silver bullet,
Everything must fall apart.In true nature of immortals,
She relished in the blood they'd shed,
Only when the moon curse called him
Would she release him from her bed.Darkest of the star crossed lovers,
Thrust behind the iron gate,
A monster lurking in the shadows,
A beauty of eternal fate.Was he a torn and twisted monster,
Is she a freak who will never die,
Torn by fate in cold redemption,
All is for the blood she cries.Engraved upon the stone above him,
"Immortal ever is my heart,"
Written on a silver bullet,
Everything must fall apart.Ages pass in lonely sorrow,
Long after she forsook her grace.
But still she looks down from her tower,
Upon his final resting place.Forgotten is their reign of torment,
Forgotten was their cruelest vice,
But now they cannot be forgiven,
Thus they made their sacrifice.Only when they found his weakness,
And took him forever from her side,
Bleeding he came to her in slumber,
Together fleeing before he died.With his last breath he said I love you,
While she tried to heal him in her art,
Written on a silver bullet,
Everything must fall apart.
© McCune, 2008
Brian McCune, 24, who primarily writes in the horror and fantasy genres, currently lives in Hannibal, Missouri, where he does factory work and welding. In addition to having a wonderful three-year-old son, Ian, he has another on the way. McCune began writing poetry in grade school, and had several poems published in high school. A practicing Celtic Shaman, he is also an ordained minister, enjoys studying the supernatural, occult, cryptozoology, theology, and general history, and is working on a book about spiritual shapeshifting.