Tales Told by the Fireside
By the Gangrel of the british Isles and Eire
As recalled by Qualin Hess, Wilderness blood of the Cammarilla, Journeymann of Eire
Saul Cooper, Wilderness Blood of the Camarilla, Archaic of Alba, Chief Harpy of Dundee.

I look:
i live your dying curse:
i live more than they ever will, subjected as i am, caged in
flesh howling after you, as a wolf fallen in the sheep's
pasture, their dead eyes staring on live:
the only thing i would have begged you never to ask LIVE.

i was dead when you fell.
and you, icarus, hand outstretched and scorched with their breath you,
wings aflame to your shoulder blades,
your skin blackened and curled
they don’t look kindly on angels here

you,
sunspotted, blistered, lifting up the scorpion that stings your palm
they mewled like kittens on your thousand graves, scratching at the dirt,
they knew you and you never knew when to let go you got yours and i knelt screaming in the rain;
who were you trying to save when we both were lost?

you, mother, sister, love, healer, savior, missionary little girl playing at costumes gone every time i turned around what did they need from you that drew you, magnets that i never whispered in the depth of some night? don't call it jealousy, you would never understand, but why why cast yourself over that edge, again and again, fingers like cat-tails on my cheek,
and always always with that last hateful whisper: Live.
what are they to you, the ones with your blood on their stupid cattle hooves,
the ones who pulled away, fearing, when i cried your eternal name what that you would go on leaving me, curse me, damn me to forever and over and over of this?

i was never meant to save you; they made me hate you as i love you hate you for the leaving, for my living for your love.
you, mary, mother of all
i am mother of god's favorite mistake
i touch the sick and they are dying, wear the thorns like a helmet, blood of my punctured hands acid

i have never turned water to wine but i have made every river run red
you, mary, holy one and i, all i can be all you have made me,
all they have made me so why won't you make this stop?

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