Has the earth stopped turning? Has the sun stopped rising?
Then I have not stopped loving you
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Has the earth stopped turning? Has the sun stopped rising?
Then I have not stopped loving you
Our love like the ocean, Like every wild thing ─ Unbridled, unbroken, unending. Our love like a furnace, Like warmth, and peace, and Home My love like the planets, Caught in your orbit, driven by your light. Your love like the sun, Burning and inexorable, A supernova so slow and so sweet, I do not notice it until I am Already blind
Our love like the stars, A soft reminder of what is long gone
they say war is hell, so peace should be heaven but when silent nights hold screaming ghosts, can you blame me for craving mortars instead? a verse in latin does not create sanctity─ tasting water after a week of wringing out your canteen is holy surviving three artillery hits in a row makes blessed now, can you blame me for renouncing your scriptures? i saw miracles no god could ever work men bloodied and broken, and fighting still, putting faith in each other when heaven forsook them whispering prayers for their brothers before every advance there's a certain divinity in the dawn of battle a righteousness in frantic charges peace brings only wraiths and repentance yet they say war is hell
but for what sins was i condemned?
i used to look into the night sky and wonder if i wasn't made for more; for adventure, and nebulae, and stardust now i see the stars in the light of your eyes taste the galaxies on your lips and i think perhaps i was not made for more, but made for you
stargazing
ok but 21st century vampires
they go out twenty minutes after sundown and set their phone alarms for half an hour before sunrise so they can cinderella it out of the club
instead of sleeping in coffins all day they marathon shows on netflix or blog or do makeup tutorials on youtube
and ok, so many more job opportunities like
web design or extra cash from accounts on etsy or whatever
creatives who can make a profit from their work by selling it online
airplanes staffed by a coven who only ever take flights which take off and land in the dark, the pilot switching off to his co-pilot just before daybreak
every undesirable night shift in diners and gas stations and transport
night time road work crews
they bulk buy coconut water because its similar enough to blood plasma that they can cut back on real blood
transferring their raw wealth into real estate investments and inheriting the properties from themselves every few decades
tech savvy vamps who make a career out of helping others forge identities and stay off the grid without encumbering their real world interactions
using the internet to get in touch with others when you first turn
international covens keeping in touch via social media outlets
intra-covens activities organized via facebook events
treaties sorted over skype calls