by Simon Kiasyd

Condemned to death everlasting am I,"
Exiled by the sun, banished from the flames,
To choke on the blood of man
to slake the thirst of the monster I have become.

My world is now composed of nightfall,
shadows and bloodshed in dark places,
Unfeeling members of my kind, who now
do as I do, act as I act.

The nights are cold to me, now,
I miss the sunrises took for granted,
and the daylight that was once mine
now gone forever from my eyes.

And yet I rise each night to witness
the moon, the only light I know,
as I fall farther from the man I was
into the beast I have become.

by Millie

by Dark Mistress Amy

Years ago, a childe was borne,
Into immortal death.
He gave her life, he gave her blood,
And stole away her breath.
Her tattered remains tossed about,
And put into this world.
With bloody hands and bloody lips,
Her dark lashes unfurled.
To play the puppeteer, she was.
To pull and pluck the strings.
To guide the kine and tell the story.
Oh, what wonderous things!
She grew tall beneath the light of the moon,
And her skin became pale with it’s tears.
Her lips and her eyes, a black gift from the night,
A visage to haunt all her years.
"Fabienne, Fabienne,"
Comes a sweet voice from her past.
"Not here," growls the voice,
Behind her harlequin’s mask.

by Father Deitrich Lenoj

It gazes upon me with false Death’s lust
It’s life had been taken , returned to the dust
It stares at me …. pale faced Death
It’s heart still beats , an immortal jest

It survives by the death , murder , taken life
An Immortal battle , Eternal Strife
The creature now speaks , an inhuman tone
It freezes my soul , to the core to the bone

It stands before me , a creature of night
My sanity forgotten , the fear of the sight
It exists without moral , all sins thought so mild
The Devil himself , or at least his dead child

It takes those so innocent for a taste of their soul
The shadows brings bloodshed , death black as coal
It stalks prey so helpless to play this mad game
The prey becomes victim each night it’s the same

It pauses but a moment to observe its new prey
A creature of night , denied forever the day
I saw then at least , I looked Death in the face
Death buried it’s fangs …. coup de grace

Floating in darkness , I feel life at last
In death I am healed , the ecstasy vast
The feeling of rebirth , the cold taint of ice
In a current of joy , I am crushed by the vice

Life fades away , in death I’m reborn
I’m no longer whole , my soul has been torn
It’s essence feels my body , a new life that’s not real
I lie dead in the snow , in a world I can’t feel

I’m no longer mortal , humanity ripped away
Forever the night , denied by the day
My heart still beats , but I breathe no breath
Immortal unlife , no escape from the Death

by @1997 Lsbeth

He avoids the daylight
and lives for the night
penetrated my dreams
and now haunts my mind
thoughts of his name
and face in my eyes
an evil lurker
seeking to find
his next victim’s life pulse
oh,
will it be mine????

A fantastical figure
his big blue eyes gleem
the coldness inside him
thus can not readily be seen…
making it impossible
to think rationallly
in love with one so evil
oh, can it be???
ME???

Outside, so gentle
his reputation romantical
a vampire’s mythical charms
pulled this woman’s body
right into his arms…..

Giving new meaning
to a promise of eternity
but what will his calculating demeanor
end up costing me…..

With his kiss comes to me his curse…
he steals my mortality
my soul no longer my own…
his need burns inside of me
I could never leave now..
and so his curse I’ll welcome
I’d follow him to hell..

by Shaun R. Baggett

What do you know of the Night you
stupid, little child?
She doesn’t care for you, and why should She.
For all She is, is bone-chilling cold.

You want to taste "ecstasy" in Blood you damned, impotent fool?
Vile, disease-ridden murk oozing from humanities wounds.
That’s all I can taste.

Is it Immortality you desire you vain, ignorant pest?
Forever and alone, stranded in a dark void.
Eternal Damnation is what it is.

Is this the Beast you wished to become you arrogant, irritating twerp?
No it isn’t. So run child and hide beneath your bed and hope.
Hope that you don’t ever see me again.

written by: Merci

The lights dim and I close my eyes,
but I can still see past your disguise.
Your face, the face I know so well,
that hides me in your private hell.

Walls so old, and grey, and strong,
have hidden you away for so long.
Lost soul screams with pain,
because you can never go back again.

See my face, I open my eyes,
I surrender myself to your demise.
Your pain is mine,
our fates combine,
And we are forever locked together in this Immortal Coil.

~Merciful Death~

by Millie Sumner

Do come out from the shadows brother dear,
That I might gaze upon your loveliness.
Your visage holds the truth that others fear.
They run to hide from their own ugliness.
Sweet mirror, mirror on the monster face,
Reflections of my soul is what I see.
Your flesh, my self, transformed into disgrace.
Be my abyss and look back into me.
I cannot stare enough to fill my need
To know, to see, to be. What must I do?
Oh slash me, cut me, maul me, make me bleed -
Strip flesh off from my face - let me be you.

The horror as I watch these gashes seal!
This wretched curse, by evening I will heal.

by Millie Sumner

Malk in, Malk out
Walk in, walk out
Stalk in, stalk out
Talk sin, talk about
No brain
Means no pain
And being sane
Reduces strain
And thus sanity
Is lessened mentality
Meaning lunacy
Brings lucidity…. and more agony… and more insanity…
and more clarity… and more misery…

I am not insane, at all… of course… I am hyper-sane…
Reality is what I see…
How else could it torment me so?
Imaginary creatures could not inflict such misery.
Illusions have not the power to break me down.
Silence is the state that the deaf reach.
I am not deaf… I hear what others fear.
I see what others shield their eyes from.
I feel pain in ways that others did not know it was possible to experience.
The five senses are nothing… nothing… compared to the others… mad caprices…
unjustifiable sadness… psychotic whimsy to see what is under the Prince’s bed.
And what exactly IS making that chanting from inside the
Brujah Primogen’s Harley? Someone has to check it out…
lest the truth be forever hidden. Damn dust bunnies…
they almost made me sneeze under his bed…
’til I remembered that I was dead…

they are you
you are we
malkav frets
that you are he

we are rhyme
without reason
’tis the time
lunacy season

yesterday comes
then is now
to limbo succumb
to paradox bow

A Pre-Malk experience…

Chill Pill

Without my exquisite delusions
And cured of my orgasmic illusions
This body will be just a shell,
My spirit locked in chill pill hell.

And now, time to go on Malk-about…

Toxic Clown

Harsh me up
Thrash me down
Tainted cup
Toxic clown.

Why so sad?
Why such sin?
Flush your torment
Through my skin.

Pitter patter
Of little feet.
Splitter splatter
Of brain’s dead meat.

Hear my hate -
Your ear to mine.
Daemon’s gate
Torment divine.

Voices sing -
Apocalypse!
Terrors ring.
Sanity eclipse.

Fear this dark
Dread the light.
My devil’s mark
Ever bound to night.

One point, two point
I think, therefore I bleed.
Silly perturbances anoint
My brain with fearsome need.

Crackers… They hurt my stomach…
People who are Crackers… fight.
And kick me in the tummy…
All through the night.

Why?… I only want a sip…
But Crackers are dry
and leave crumbs in my bed
That want only one thing…. Die…

Crumbs and Crackers
They make a fine quaff
Users and slackers
I drain with a laugh… and cry…

::spying, admiring the lovely Nossie from times past::

Lovely monster vile
Kill me with your smile
Your grimace is pure pain
I melt in your disdain.

Before every mirror
You are euphoric horror
I can only rend
My visage soon will mend.

I am denied the grace
You wear upon your face
Our putrid souls revealed
In unmasked truth you wield.

Sign upon the dotted line
Pen away your soul
Immortality divine -
Insanity the toll.

And still I ask… WhAt Is A MaLkAvIaN?

by Amy Aubuchon and Jason A. Lucas
February, 1998

Please put down your hand,
And try to understand
The things I cant stand.

Online RPing I just might drop - if certain things just do not stop.
Your profile says you’re 22… so how are you a rank 5 Garou?!
I’ll say this once and I’ll say it again, there’s no way in hell you’re a
2nd Gen.
You’d be too risky to the Masq or veil to stay alive, if you had stats over five.

One of the reasons I hate to fight,
Is ’cause one fucking round takes all goddamn night!!
I have to watch everything I say, cause OOC info doesn’t stay that way.
15 dice?! What is this I see? It’s a soak roll, buddy, stop bullshitting me!
Charmed Existence and Luck and Silver Immunity..OH MY!!
I’ll bet he didn’t have ‘em when you made up that guy.

Appearance of 8?! Ha! My ASS!
Your face looks like someone dragged it through glass!
You have this gift and that one to lean onto…
If I wanted you to fuck me, I’d bend over for you.
You can tell me how many STs approved your char… but youre spewing,
Cause you’re not a real RPer in my eyes, unless you know what you’re doing.

And what’s with all these damn aboms?
And Salubri that know paths of Thaum?
Vamps; there’s nothing that Garou hate more.
They’re age-old enemies, yet you want to score.
Botch gnosis roll to become one, you only get one shot.
It seems like a tough roll, but there sure seem to be a lot.

Of all these aboms, running around on-line,
I’d like to talk to your ST, if they have the time.
Cross-bred kindred, hybrid fomor; can the "Golden Rule" be flaunted anymore?
Starting chars, extra freebies a plenty.
It seems like all chars use the rules for Mummy.

Bonus 30 freebies for starting chars?
And you wonder why I laugh and stare…
At a starting level mage with 6 arete.
And what’s this? He’s a garou? Oh what a treat.
An Assamite/Tremere/Gangrel that’s just too scary,
And you say you did it with diablerie.

That’s another bitch I’d like to address,
This diablerie shit is just one big mess.
One of the most heinous crimes a vamp can commit.
"My ST allowed it." What total bullshit.
You’re ST’s on crack, or you’ve got them in bed.
Either that or you put a gun to their head.

Sitting here at my keyboard, I can picture it all,
You with your gun, ST’s w/ 8-balls.
"ST, oh ST. Please let this be.
For I have the gun, and oh can’t you see;
That the game’s no fun unless I can win,
For if it’s not easy, why even begin?"

The ST snorts and their eyes do glaze,
Their ST mind in a zombie haze.
"An awakened Garou? I don’t see why not.
And while you’re at it, no paradox!
A Salubri/Assamite? That I can see.
Why not? Hell, I am the ST.
Dear player, on my drugs I see colors galore,
And with that gun in your hand, I’ll be your whore."

You call us stuck up, for we won’t let you roll in our rooms.
And you bitch and moan when you meet your doom.
What’s the point in playing once you’re that high?
There’s no way you could ever die.

I guess IRL you shoot hoops against first graders.
That’s how I see all you power gamers.
I could say it reflects your inadequacies in life,
An App 8 cause you can’t buy a date for the night.
The black trench and Str 5 has become so cliche,
Among people who’ve never worked out for a day.
This may sound wrong, but as it appears to me,
Many of you would be better off playing FFG.

You snicker, but just think of how grand.
I think I saw Caine walking through that land.
And many of your chars have stats that high,
You enjoy flying in rooms, and have chars that can’t die.
It will work well for you in FFG, Gen Dice and Guilds.
Sounds like fun to me.

So remember when you sit there in your ultra-char class.
You think you’re clever, but you’re just being an ass.
Your ST knows dick, it’s become plain to me.
And you, like your ST, know not a damn thing.