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[title] => Marius The Great Ancient Vampire Part 1
[time] => 2004-04-18 23:53:14
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[bodytext] => I am Marius I am the one and only great ancient vampire There is no higher There has been much written about me from Pandora, Lestat, and Ovid And now I give you the key to my endless enigma Written by me I was born in Rome back in 30 B.C. Into the family of a Roman senator, an illegitimate son Of a Celtic princess. My family was in favor with the Emperor Augustus Caesar In 10 B.C. I became a scholar, and a chronicler I started traveling from the Baltic Sea, to the Black Sea And in my wanderings I would visit Ovid who still Lives in exile since 8 B.C. In 5 B.C. I had met Pandora, then Lydia A ten year old daughter of a highborn Roman I had asked for permission to betroth to her,but I was turned down by her father But on February 15, 1 B.C. Lydia and I again came to meet At the Lupercalia At this time, I had, already had thirteen volumes under me Back in the spring of the year 9 I was working on my history In Massilia, and at that time I was captured by the Keltoi And I was taken North, and kept as a prisoner What are they going to do with me I would wonder Then November1, 9 the day of the feast of Samhain I was taken to the God of the Grove to be made Into his successor After my transformation I managed to escape And no us vampires don’t use capes I had fled to Egypt to fulfill the God’s wish And to find out what happened to their kind all over the world Hmm what a whirl In the month of December of the year 9 I had settled down in Alexandria, and followed the summoning Of Akasha I had found out that the Queen and the King of the vampires the fount of our power, where left in the sun by their keeper This is the cause of the destruction of their fledglings Then in the underground Temple I had learned the legends The legends of the blood drinkers At this time I had stolen Akasha, and Enkil I had also stolen all of the ancient scrolls, that I could find In the year 10 I settled down in Antioch on the Orontes This is where I made a sanctuary for Akasha, and Enkil I also continued with my research of the history, The history of the blood drinkers, and their worship What a trip I killed every burnt blood drinker who came to the city Seeking the blood of Akasha, and Enkil And then on October 15th in the year 19 I had met Pandora In the Temple of Isis, this wasn’t so nice She was claiming to see the nightmares of blood drinkers Then on October 16th same year A burnt blood drinker Akbar Mortally wounded Pandora, and I had to make her into a vampire And that is when we had started living together We had lived together in the company of Pandora’s mortal Steward, Flavius Well I think I have told you enough history about me for This time, but before I finish, you all must know this I am beyond all devils and angels I am beyond all man kind I can take your life, without any care in the world No matter if you are a boy or girl Man or woman I am not someone, that the world forgets about However in your humble little life, I can take you out I would your rip soul from the depths of your chest And crush it in the palm of my hands Your eager minds, can not let you see all of reality As Lestat said we are here, we are everywhere It is just a pity and a shame that you can not see what your life, could never be [comments] => 2 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rylo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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