Insight

~Insight~

I am known as Akira Cheyenne and I see things in ways that most humans can not…

There are those that wait outside the barrier of this world. They lust, hunger and yearn for what the mortals have. There are others who stand between the mortals and them, those who give up some of what is human about themselves to protect that which is human in us all. Some volunteer. Some do it for revenge, and others, for expiation; and some have no choice for they are chosen and are not given a chance to say “no”.

And what lies beyond? The future is not clear to me but I see many things...

Knowledge and insight are valuable traits; except that not seeing far enough can be worse than being blind. For you, I see that the truth will indeed set you free. But be careful whom you confront with the truth; some would kill you rather than hear what you know spoken aloud. Embrace your technology, for it is pure and clean… undefiled. Remember though, that it’s still your finger on the trigger.

I know of your vow: “If I must drink blood, let it be the blood of the corrupt, of those who deserve to die… the blood of the guilty.” But blood is tricky stuff, the stuff of life and of lies. It can drive you to places that even you have never contemplated, for it’s a long road downwards and a much harder climb back up.

I see you and the battle that enrages from within. I see doorways opening to you which time has not previously allowed… paths down which you have put off traveling.

Let my heart be your vault that keeps the pain sealed.

© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon

A Lost Heritage

A Lost Heritage

We are the echoes of lonely spirits
Nothing more than whispers in the wind
We are a lost heritage
Never to be heard again

We are the peace and harmony of the land
A familiar sound too sweet to last
We wanted visions of a future
But we are only shadows of the past

Gliding through the mist
Of a forgotten time
We ride the wind
Our souls to find

© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon

Immortal Hunger

~Immortal Hunger~

Struggling to break free
Alone-waiting-moving-feeding
Dark cold needing the heat
Voices calling out to me
I hear their heart beat
Their deep echoing pulse
Hunger consuming decay
Devouring and twisting all things
Towards a passionate rage
Dense cold unaware of itself
Only...the need for food
Behold the one who carries the blood
And the seed within the blood

I can not begin
Nor can I end
Only endless moving
Only a never ending existence
I can not contain this
Insatiable wanting
Destroying all it touches
This eternal primordial instinct
Life transforming all death
But then again...

Death is only the beginning!

© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon

The Garden Of Fallen Angels

The Garden Of Fallen Angels

In the dark forest of twisting vines and curling leaves lies a path with a mesmerizing intoxicant of elegant blossoms. Ethereal streams of moonlight spill through giant willows descending of ancient sadness, casting an angel's glow over sleepers entombed forever in stone. The winds of change are coming; but this time, it’s different.

She can feel it in the air and in her blood as she lightly traces a vein on her hand with her fingertips. She can feel so much from him though he is so far away. She wonders, as she traces the vein, if he can feel her too. Can he feel the fire that courses through her blood, the insatiable hunger that goes beyond mere physical need that rages in her heart like a trapped beast?

In the unbroken stillness of the night, there is a sudden movement and his face on hers, gently running his fingers through her long raven hair while icy beads of rain caresses her softly tan skin. His dark shadowy eyes, enveloped with erotic seductions, draw her to him, drowning her in fiery passions of unearthly love. The sanguine hand of her dark lover undoes her velvet dress as it gently falls to the ground like that of a bird's feather. Their shadows dance slow circles under the moon's veil, over wet petals, in the soft murmur of rainfall. He whispers to her as he gives to her his eternal love, " Be with me, loving me, for all eternity as we are meant to be."

To be continued...

© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon

The Huntress's Kiss

~ The Huntress’s Kiss ~

The adrenaline nectar is so exquisitely sweet while sinuously encircling the heart and refining the fear in the flame of my bloodlust. Being half predator and half prey, I creep upon you… stalking you.

Cry out to the silence in the caves of forever. Cry to the fears of survival that linger, echoing off the mountains and across the oceans to the edge of time for nothing will be as it was…

I am what you are afraid to become. Cry for death unto me and I shall laugh. All feasts are mine as are all joys, my devising. You shall know your fate by the taste I leave in your mouth as I pull you into the darkness… drenched with the sweat of fear.

~ ©Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon ~

Betrayed

Betrayed

I’ve heard the story
So many times.
It’s always the same
Cold - empty lines.

You say things will change
But it’s just another lie.
You say you’re sorry
But I don’t care this time.

After all the lies
You wanted me to believe;
After all I’ve given to you,
Is this all I receive?

The same old explanation
Can’t erase what you did to me.
You’ve broken your promises
And torn my heart so viciously.

I’ve heard it all before;
I don’t want to hear it…

ANYMORE!

© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon

A Passing Angel

~A Passing Angel~

In the twilight hours of the night;
Sweet memories of you I try to fight.

Soothing myself near the fireplace
As the dying embers warm my face.

I am alone in this peaceful solitude
Away from this world so knowingly cruel.

Darkness falls upon my heart,
Casting shadows on my mind.
Memories slowly seeping in
That were once, hard to find.

Everything rushes back to me
Half awake and half in dreams.

Long-forgotten memories reeling in so fast
That reality storms into the past.

Now and then emotions become entwine
As the scenes play games with my mind.

I close my tear-swelled eyes
And wonder why you left so soon.
Then I feel your presence watching over me
Like an angel passing through my room.

© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon

This is dedicated to all those who have lost a loved one in thier lives...and to my grandfather, who meant more to me than he ever knew in this existance.

The Silent Dark

The Silent Dark

I exist in this tragic place
Deep within the silent dark
My soul paralyzed
With a killing fear
And frozen in time

Taking one last look
At common humanity
On the verge of extinction
With a sense of wonder
Asking myself why

Children fighting for the future
With hostile words
Concealing the truth
While learning to hate

Words of manipulation
Delivering a symbol
The sound of the soul
Reveals more than we say

Lost voices in a world of darkness
Where words have no meaning
My mind becoming a shadow
Betrayed by control
A soulful cry vanishes to a memory© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon

Her Eternal Embrace

Her Eternal Embrace

He comes to her nightly, invading her dreams with unfamiliar emotions, holding her interests at bay, beckoning for her to join him.

(Should she be afraid of him?)

His body is like sculptured marble, hard and smooth, hair softer than the finest silk and eyes like Night’s gentle wellspring with the most alluring gaze. His voice so soothing that when he speaks, she dreams, enticing her close to him with the words he weaves.

(What could he possibly see in her?)

He has a fiery passion, an energy of desire, for which she longs to know. She leaves her heart open and he comes to claim what is rightfully his, her body and soul. He knows she will give herself willingly to him. His thoughts and feelings attune with hers to become one, together they are whole. His immortal kiss gives her life. She is bound to him forever.

(Should she be afraid of what he makes her feel?)

Still, he calls out to her in the gentle whispers of the wind through the darkness of night. His valiant efforts, though ignored by all others, fill her heart with a powerful plea. Physically beautiful and sensuously intelligent honored by the one he shall never see. Though she can not come to him, for chains of darkness bind her, existing in a place where no mortal or immortal would dare to travel. They love together in silence.

(Could he be the one with the key?)

© Akira Cheyenne Feathermoon