There's a grief that can't be spoken There's a pain (that) goes on and on Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead and gone

Here they talked of revolution Here it was they lit the flame Here they sang about tomorrow But tomorrow never came

From the table in the corner They could see a world reborn And they rose with voices ringing And I can hear them now The very words that they had sung Became their last communion On the lonely barricade at dawn

Oh my friends my friends, forgive me That I live and you are gone There's a grief that can't be spoken There's a pain goes on and on

Phantom faces at the window Phantom shadows on the floor Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will meet no more

Oh my friends my friends don't ask me What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends can sing no more

It seems like forever since Sanguinarii would pass the nights sitting in the Vampire's Tavern in Yahoo's Romance Chat section with her friends and family. Her time there was chronicled here, the Castle of Blood, House of Devastation, even after the doors of the Romance Realm were closed forever.

Even though the world Sang existed in was gone, she did not fade into a distant memory; she became literally immortal - the passionate spirit that embodied her inspired several stories that (hopefully) will someday be in print.

The Castle of Blood was frozen in time almost 2 years ago; a fate it did not deserve. Now it finds a new home at www.sanguinarii.com.

Eternally,          Sang

Thank you for your support and your visits         over the years - it has meant more than you may ever know. I hope to return in the future to share Sang with you again.