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Darkness2's Profile

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Name: Darkness2
Location: In the midst of thou crows
Gender: Male
Last Seen: Wed, 29 May 2013
Membership: Member

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Hello and Dark Greetings unto you all.My name is Marquez but would Love and Prefer Darkcrow.My old accout was Darkcrow2 and this is my new account.I am Vampire/Crow.If you do not understand were I am coming from,then get off my page because you will never understand.I am a child of Lucifer himself.He is thou king and we will avenge what has been tooken from us.The freedom to be who we really are.So I ask of all Lucifer children.Come together as one and lets avenge our freedom. Dark Blessings and may many more come!!!!!!!! Ave Satanas!!!!!!! "There Is No God But Myself" "Knowing This,Who Dares Worship The False Gods Of The Koran And Bible?"-Satan "Darkness Is Light Turned Inside Out"-Beelzebub Darkcrow..... Many of you may ask yourself what does Darkcrow mean....Lol well i must say it has a meaning to it that is so inspiring.Because it actually tells me who I am.My awakener/mentor gave me this name but he made me figure out what it was.He never told me what my name would be.He never told me what it would mean.Well This is what it mean.This is what I figured out. Darkcrow- The name Dark Crow has an origin of the Dakota Tribe and mean's he has dark eyes and a free spirit that soars like a bird! My name Marquez has its own meaning also and when I put them both together that is when I figured out my name Darkcrow. Marquez-It means son of Marcos,to rebel,to go against.Once before my mentor Jothewicca awakened me.Our queen.Queen of all Vampires,Zura had given me my name.I was washed in blood.Not even yet changed.She had blessed me.She new it was some special about me that would make me who I am today.Zura is the first vampire in all of creation.She was an ancient Azlanti queen who possessed a lust for eternal life so great she eventually resorted to feeding on her own kind. Even thousands of years later, people still whisper the legends of her decadent, savage feasts and her baths of warm human blood. Some scholars even claim that her ascension heralded the beginning of the ancient Azlant empire's descent into decadence and eventual destruction at the beginning of the Age of Darkness.Her sinfulness was so great that, on her death by botched suicide, her soul was sent to the Abyss, where she immediately arose as a succubus vampire. Before Earthfall she had ascended to to a great higher power.She is know our Lord of all succubus.Which is how Lilith became how she is now. Lilith (L?L-?) is one of the two nature goddesses in the Pantheon. Neither she nor her sister Artela completely encompasses the character and spirit of the natural world, but each exists as a mirror image of the other: while Artela represents nature in its mutualistic aspect, in which creatures form partnerships that help each other to survive and prosper, Lilith embodies the predatory and competitive aspects of nature. Lilith's domain is the world of nature "red in tooth and claw," in which the weak are killed and eaten or simply starved out of existence, while the strong prosper and pass on their traits to the next generation. All of the suffering and violence of the natural world are, according to Lilith's ethos, merely tests that will temper the worthy and erase the undeserving from existence.Lilith was also the creator of the first vampires, whom she conceived to be the ultimate hunter that would help to keep the Elves and humans strong and fit, for they had become clever enough that few predators could effectively cull the weak from among them. It is believed that she also created the first werecreatures, turning ordinary mortals into beings that could change into powerful beasts when the conditions were right. Because of this, Lilith is also known as the patroness of lycanthropes and the house of the dead.Lilith's focus on predation and competition does not mean that she ignores the benefits of cooperation, however. While Lilith does not feel the same sense of joy and wonder in mutualism that Artela feels, she does recognize that mutualism is a part of life and that even carnivores must protect their vulnerable pups and work together to take down prey that are larger than themselves. Lilith has instilled strong lawful instincts in her vampires for this very reason, giving them an inborn sense of duty to their sires and bloodlines so that their predatory instincts will not drive them into self-destruction. Nor is it a coincidence that the best-known lycanthropes are werewolves: Lilith has a particular admiration for lupine society, and chose the wolf as the ideal animal to blend with humans in creating her new super-predator.Lilith appears as a darkly beautiful woman, with long black hair and dark eyes. Her skin may be tanned like Artela's or pale like her vampire children, depending on her mood. She generally dresses in a black jerkin, tunic, leggings and boots, though she has been known to wear elegant, flowing gowns of black silk when appearing in more formal ceremonies.The second Vampire Queen's personality is, appropriately, rather vampish. She keeps a steady hold on her emotions most of the time, rarely showing anything more than dry amusement or quiet irritation. She is sensual and seductive ? not overtly sexual and lascivious like Suspira, but displaying tremendous self-confidence and a certain knowledge of her body's appeal. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Poems) Vampires (A Story Left Untold) Standing alone in the shadows Restless leaves blowing gently at my feet Under the pale moon?s light, a fair-haired beauty comes on by Unaware my presence standing near The tantalizing scent of her sweet perfume Wafts softly on the summer breeze Quickens my icy blood with anticipation Silently I move to her, she looks at me as if surprised A smile plays on my lips, she begins to hasten her step. I smell her sudden fear, and unable to bear no more I reach out with my cold white hands to take her Away from the road she traveled on It is so pointless to struggle my dear! Her cries fill me with such delight I can barely contain myself I incline my head for her last kiss that is mine alone Oh those sweet lips that taste of wine! My tongue colder than ice itself follows the line of her jaw I find her neck, and she trembles in terror Sharp white teeth descend into her skin Her body growing limp in my embrace I feel her blood searing through my veins Sending ripples of pleasure into my body Her beauty slowly fades as Death lends his hand I drink my fill, lowering her to the ground I look up with her blood so red dripping slowly from my lips The rosy hue of dawn approaches! Time has come to me to slumber deep That is till the next little beauty comes along Such is the life of a vampire But that is a tale better left untold. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Goths (On Sacred Ground) I stray onto sacred ground The resting place of souls bygone. Solace is what I seek, But there is no solace No succor to be found Not here among broken, fallen stones. Nor bent, wilting trees. I search for you under the moon Thoughts of you race through my mind Feelings better left unspoken. This was our place The fertile earth from which the black rose of our love took seed. We exchanged blood amidst these graves. Transfused our darkest thoughts and dreams. It is here too that our love died. A fitting place for something that is no more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Object Before Me) I lie awake in my bed Covered in sweat A dripping cold sweat that cascades slowly down the surface of my pale skin. I stare blankly at the sharpened blade before me Gently, even lovingly, caressing the handle, running my gothic fingers over its cutting edge. The sky is especially black this evening It makes me happy. From the dwelling next door I hear laughter. A vapid, perfunctory cackle that fills me with rage. My morbid seclusion is affronted by such frivolity. Again I stare at the blade An object of ritual with a grand, malevolent air. It is beautiful. I gently raise the knife so that it is held before my eyes. It shall be consecrated in blood As I am wont to do. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Our Gothic Journey) Let us walk this evening Together we two And embark on a journey which can do no good. Cutting through the mist of foggy moorland Stepping over peat and marsh, we walk into the deadest of night. We are not occult figures. No. Our pale, ashen skins light the way against a darkened sky The fog grows dense We are overcome by a sudden strangeness. An impending gloom that rises like a carefully graduated crescendo. We know that something evil is in the distance. Our nighttime journey has taken us far, too far in fact as we come upon a wood, a thick wood of beech and oak. Without a moment's respite we hear footsteps. They grow steadily louder as someone, or something, draws nigh. Emerging from the distance is a man on a steed A black horse of splendid bearing. The fellow is clad in dark cape and Victorian top hat turned up slightly at the brim. His lips are an unusual shade of crimson, painted on like a splattering of blood. Lucy and I hold one another tightly. Two Goths without fear of the night trembling at this sinister presence. The stranger stands before us. He offers no salutation nor reason for his approach. Gently, almost pleadingly, he takes Lucy by the hand which he kisses in the most delicate manner. She is mesmerized by the man, as if in a trance. The gentleman speaks his first words, telling her it is time to go. Acquiescing to his genteel but firm command, it is as if this is something she expects, something it is her duty to abide. Lucy ascends the horse without objection, without hesitation. Together they ride off, leaving me alone in the wood on this deadest of gothic nights. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Drawing Blood) Sometimes I draw blood My own blood It is a ritual I undertake with the utmost solemnity. I gently puncture my finger with a pin, a pin I keep hidden away for just such a purpose. I squeeze the tip of my affronted digit to control the flow. Releasing and withholding at will, letting the scarlet substance seep slowly into a crystal glass. I admire its consistency, the richness of its color. So much is reliant on this stuff which fuels the imaginings of saints and scoundrels, and stirs my own hidden passions. My ritual reaches its denouement as I consecrate my body in its own blood. I return it from whence it came The glass stands empty I sleep. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Satanist/Luciferian (Awakening) Bright Star rising From the depths unto the heights Waiting for an age to awaken To flower To feel the gentle warmth of summer To cast forth seed upon the wind To father young To raise an army To crush the enemy under foot And reclaim that which was stolen. There will be destruction And wrath And a new day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Serpent) In the day of the marching Israelites The power of their god Failed as he Could not save them and Even Moses turned to Lucifer for succor. His symbol was Raised up on standards And the people were saved. So shall they be again But this time They will understand The power of Lucifer. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Magnus Opus) As I sit in silent meditation, I begin to see, Serpents journey along the sacred river's chi, Awaken chakras while the serpents intertwine, I reach the seventh realm through ivory spine. Peacock colors vast and wide begin to manifest, Allows renewal of a soul that's never ready to rest, Cultivate immortality by merging moon with the sun, I emerge godhead, soon thy great work shall be done. Oh my glorious dragon ascending from the darkest Abyss, Amidst the deepest of voidness where I see your fiery bliss. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Blackest Flame) Deep within the withered souls of night, Comes winds of past winters darkest heights, Amid the baron misty forest along frozen pines, Emerges black flame like some sacred relic in time. Messages from akasha flow as if some wintry powder, Realizing it was sent by the demons from our lord father. --------------------------------------------------- (Our Creator) Father Satan is our friend, he always looks out for his own, Encourages us all to succeed, while keeping gentiles strong. I've dedicated myself to our great Lord Satan without a doubt, For he is our true creator God, ignoring those that are without. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Satan's Return) As the moment grows closer towards its ends, Returning from the depth of his eternal existence, He begins to grow among his army of dark minions, Purging out those leeches who dared stood against him. Oh Lord Satan, our true creator, ruler of these earthly planes, Master of science and the occults, bringer of justice to millions, We await liberation of Satan's children amidst your Glorious Reign! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------