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The Works Of
Valiantra Savini
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original poetry
This page contains older poems, .
by
Cliff Vititoe
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| The poetry contained herein is the original work of Cliff Vititoe and may not be reproduced without his consent copywrite 2000 |
Eternity
This was written a low time ago, it is the sister poem to
Enchantment
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YOU ENTER THE ROOM,
I AM HOPELESSLY SNARED BY YOUR SONG.
I HANG ON THE FRINGE OF REALITY
I STRUGGLE THUS WITH MYSELF EACH WEEK,
Where Salvation ??
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I rush into the dark unyielding night, carelessly,
Everywhere eavesdropping hypocrites look at me in whispers,
The Colors Of The Night
By
Cliff Vititoe
(written in memory of my first love, Ellen Verna, February 1999)
The colors of the past play a special song for me tonight,
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A debilitating darkness descends upon my being,
I seek to feed from the energy around me, yet,
In the corridors of my unreason I fight this battle,
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A shadow wanders seeking sustenance,
This poem is written about a very erotic dream I had not long ago, a dream of vampyres
The Calling
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My blood flowed like water mixing with the ocean of my tears,
This poem was one of two that I worte for a woman,
Metamorphose
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Lovely lady of the night,
With grace and charm she doth abound,
The pearly whiteness of her skin,
My heart would soar above the trees,
Ode to my Lost Childhood
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My childhood has passed me bye,
Now longing does't embrace my soul,
The Song of the Vampyre
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I drink of the essence of humanity, (The Gothic Inn Homepage)(The Gothic
Shopper)(Valiantra's Vampyre Links)
My lover, my life, fate has taken you,
there you lay, in eternal solitude,
as I face the world alone,
your skin so white and cold,
your lips, the lips I love, so icy,
a withering flower born away on a wintry wind,
I can not go on without you.
In the darkness I sit and contemplate,
In deepest meloncoly I anticipate.
I hold your hand and dream,
of times we spent together,
torn apart by the jealosy of the gods.
now this pain I hold inside, and wait,
In lonely acceptance of my fate.
I wait to join you, my love,
to sleep at your side,
the earth sheltering our love,
the coolness of the soil so inviting,
offering us peace once more.
I shall return with you to our mother,
and we shall rest together forever.
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Metamorphose, written for Erika, 1992
Cliff Vititoe
MY EYES ARE DRAWN BY YOUR STYLE,
I CAN HARDLY KEEP THEM FROM YOU.
YOUR BEAUTY AND DEMEANOR CALL ME,
LIKE A BUTTERFLY, I AM DRAWN TO YOUR LIGHT,
YET NEVER VENTURE TOO CLOSE
FOR FEAR OF BEING CONSUMED BY YOUR FLAME.
MUSIC I CAN'T QUITE PLACE,
A MELODY THAT CALLS ME, DRAWS ME,
YET, FRIGHTENS ME AWAY,
STIRRING EMOTIONS LONG REPRESSED
DORMANT FROM PAST PAINS
INFLICTED IN THE NAME OF LOVE.
EACH NIGHT I LONG TO APPROACH YOU
BUT, SOMEHOW, GET LOST ON THE WAY,
INTIMIDATED BY YOUR PERSONA
I LINGER, UNSURE, IN THE BACKGROUND
BIDING MY TIME, WAITING PATIENTLY
ACTING AS AN INTERESTED OBSERVER
AS OTHERS APPROACH ONLY TO BE SPURNED.
WISHING TO KNOW YOU BETTER
AS IF WISHING COULD MAKE IT SO.
CHANCING THE LOSS OF AN OPPORTUNITY
AOIDING THAT DREADFUL FATE
SO MANY OTHERS HAVE EXPERIENCED,
ONLY TO HATE MYSELF LATER.
SEEING YOU DANCE BEFORE MY EYES,
WAITING FOR THAT PERFECT MOMENT
THAT NEVER SEEMS TO ARRIVE.
I MUST MEET YOU SOON,
I MUST LEARN OF THE REAL YOU
OR RISK LOSING THAT MOMENT EVERMORE.
Cliff Vititoe
On Darkened wings I fly endlessly searching, across the oceans of my nightmares,
above the burning flames of pandemonium,
I search for a sanctuary from the inimical world,
relief from my wretchedness and pain.
seeking the shadows that will heal me,
that will soothe my dismembered spirit,
but these phantoms no longer yield hope of salvation,
the irksome world does not understand my agony.
they see of me only what they desire to view,
they don't known the truth, they are alienated,
they judge, yet fear their own ultimate judgment,
for they are afraid of their own weaknesses.
they explode in violet melancholy before my dreaming eyes,
my laughter turns to scarlet droplets of blood and my mind reels,
Is there no solitude where my poor tortured spirit might hide,
this soul that has traveled so very far, yet has so far to go.
Your love, my first, not quite grown, yet fully versed,
changed my life so long ago, burning hot, so very hot,
It melted the very fabric of time and space leaving only emptiness in it's place,
creating an indelible mark on my memory.
Now shades of that music, almost forgotten bring longing to me,
they play across my consciousness like a symphonic melody,
you where my life, my love, then forever you where gone,
the life I craved snatched from me at such a tender age,
never again was I able to capture that desire, that passionate blaze.
My lost love, the life we might have made, never came to be,
and I ponder the road that I might have walked so long ago if you had stayed with me,
I can only dream of what might have been and fashion a fantasy deep within,
through the cold and lonely years without you near.
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(written February 99)
an unsettling malady that I am unable to dislodge,
it drains the energy from my essence at will,
I feel helpless fighting this unseen malignancy growing within,
this insanity that rushes at me incessantly screaming,
I struggle continuously with my eternal loneliness,
my mind reels hopelessly from the perpetual conflict.
I am unable to draw strength, to focus on the task,
I lose my concentration in the unyeilding clamor that engulfs me,
with each day I abandon more of myself to this effort,
too no avail, my stamina fails as I tire of the struggle,
should I relinquish myself unto a world that I do not fancy,
to a shallow existence devoid of love and understanding.
this war waged against no other advisory then myself,
my suffering, self-inflicted, will not release its cold grip,
and I am lost in the mania of the moment, screaming,
my acumen reeling from the torment of life’s struggle,
yet I relish this torture, this revelry of human suffering,
and I find evolution through endurance of my agony.
The Wandering Evil
Cliff Vititoe
written August 1998
he cries out and recives his answer,
a multitude of spectors crowd around him,
they cloak his depraved essence.
The quiet evening is split by a deafening cry,
and the tranquility of the night is shattered,
the consumer of souls is loosened upon the world.
You will see him in the shadows of your dreams,
the memories of your many past existences.
Beware for he is the end of all, the destroyer,
mortals should cringe at his simple passing.
the lifeless wind loudly howls in protest at his presence,
he strikes and is gone,
but intolerance remains always in this world feeding,
eternally.
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Cliff Vititoe
written December1998
in the distance a clock struck loudly,
the noise and confusion ceased and I was peaceful,
time seemed irrelevant as the lonely hours passed,
the cold winter wind blew fiercely across my naked breast,
a chill that could only be thawed in your embrace,
cut off from the world of mortals I lay in darkness,
yet, in that darkness I found the light,
like a beacon leading me to my true fate,
eyes gleaming brightly, you approached me,
like a mother you nurtured me at your bosom,
I fell under your spell, your lips touched my throat,
exquisite pain and pleasure wracked my body and soul,
I awoke and cried out in the darkness
It was but a dream and you were gone,
I wept.
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I never gave her this one,
this is for you Erika
Cliff Vititoe
written 1992
wondrous beauty to behold,
like stary sky and cool chrisp night,
she wanders o'er my darkened soul,
my heart longs to taste her kiss.
her glowing beauty is unspent,
her eyes they sparkle wild and proud,
like stars upon the firmament,
her loveliness fills my gist.
her raven tresses falling free,
they stir emotions long since dimmed,
like a chrysalis deep inside of me,
a metamorphose in the mist.
where nightingales sing sweet laments,
and moonlight softly touches me,
with its glowing radiance,
if I could but taste your luscious lips.
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Now a slightly different poem,
about youth wasted and opportunities lost forever,
and about my first relationship.
Cliff Vititoe
written December 1998
and time has had its awful sway,
the world is cold it can't abide,
my all to dareing, younger ways,
the days of my youth are past.
for long lost days not wisely spent,
when all the world was mine to hold,
a time of loves I coldly rent,
those days were gone err I could sigh..
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Cliff Vititoe
written January 4th 1999
it flows from my lips like sweet red wine,
it nourishes me and makes me strong.
I long to taste of your sweet life,
to savor the nector that is your soul,
come, walk with me through the garden,
through the darkness of the night.
Share with me this immortality,
and we will enjoy all that eternity may offer.
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