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Name: Vladislaus Dragulia
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Interests: The Lord | The gothic | The beautiful
Expertise: To charm, as yet have you known
Occupation: A father, a son, and a husband
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2/12/2006
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| He lies beneath the ash, the mud, and the lies
He's always choking on his stupid disguise
He wears a mask of a smile upside down
Able to hide every tear, every frown
Come the strike of morning rays
He goes through pages of his journal, now frayed
Even he is aware of his stupid replays
Catch yourself gazing at his graceful display
Somebody save him
He's drowning in wine
His heart is full of guiltless design
Follow me now into a world I despise
Where the man I love dies
with the cloud's silver line.
I sit and fix my gaze upon that beyond the grand window.
Unfulfilled.
Wanting.
The tome lay open to a page forgotten, as I stare out into the vastness of the quiet night. I knew many lay asleep, happy and oblivious. Oblivious of the pain. Of the fault. Of the memories I alone possess.
Ah. But one cannot blame them.
It is, after all... My burden to bear.
Hours upon hours have I sat alone at my desk, contemplating what is to become of me.
A last year. Have I enough courage to cross her path once more?
Have I enough courage to shun everything I have believed, everything I denied, to be with the woman I love?
Will Father have mercy?
Will He absent my past cries to allow her to someone other than I?
Can He strike down my demons?
I turn back to the tome, and realize that I had stayed my gaze on a single line for hours.
"The Lord shall be my help, and He shall bring salvation to a man in despair."
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| thine talks of seasons... yes, wither and fall did i... allow your tears spill. my dear, my Queen, allow me a quiet cry. same silence, same pain, same fiery hate— o'er the seasons that wither,
the same sad fate... thine words meld into warm iron of sadness... left for an ancient beast, what is and can be done...? for favor of you, a heart bows to your kindness to your loneliness
to your lack... i am what? ...i lack.
do i now? yes, i, the ancient beast, ...i lack.aha. saddens my Queen to hear such truth... accept the truthful lie instead,
the Mercy brought— omnipresent God, ever loving, make lie truth. cannot bear that burden, i weak shadow extinguished by light, glass prison gates open— a full flood it brings, pitted iron.
know this story, you do a thousand anguishes mine, you see. that your sadness find fault in one beast, one lacking charm and elegance. mere lunacy, this is. yes, lunacy. for whatever sadness that its Queen bears,
that beast cannot carry upon its shoulders, cannot lighten the burden. SHE HAS DONE ENOUGH FOR YOU. SHE HAS DONE TOO MUCH. so, glass flood gates, free crimson water.
for what has died, be forever dead,and what hopes sadness brings—call not this lunacy, Lord.
Give her happiness beyond comparison—
In that world without the beast.
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| light. darkness.
the glimmer of beautiful golden blonde against raven black. hope against scorn, rage, depression and utter disdain.
i, Cula Valerious, am darkness to you. you know nothing of me. and yet, every single detail of my being is helplessly exposed to you.
my counterpart, Bartholomew, your light... your happiness, your present muse... is every bit as radiant and childlike as anyone would ever choose to delight in...
or despise.
yes. hope. that radiance that the boy possesses, is, in comparison, nothing but a spark in the void. the void that i belong to.
...no.
the void that i AM.
this hope. yes. that light. that ACCURSED light. having pulled you toward it, attracting you with its charisma. i despised it. i LOATHED it. although my vast darkness could not extinguish that small, pitiful amount of light...
whether or not i wished it to be...
it WAS.
this... this was my torment.
because of this... i had lost my sense of self-worth. my hope. my own small light...
only to realize...
that light...
was the same as Bartholomew's.
GOD'S.
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| My dear daughter,
I know very well what troubles you. I have gone through the same. And as Faith guided me to God, I wish also to do for you.
I know that you try hard to stand from where you had fallen, but do not strain yourself.
Before you dismiss this letter, allow me to tell you something very important. No matter how much the world crumbles around you, God will always be there through whatever hurt others have done to you or you have done to others.
Pray not that God remove your troubles or repair your life — pray that God give YOU the power to cope with all that troubles you. After all, your troubles were given to YOU by God so that He may show His power through you and how you live your life.
Do not hope for an extraordinary miracle — because what you are asking is a beautiful miracle in itself.
Do not simply PRAY, child. Give Him EVERYTHING you are, EVERYTHING you have become, and EVERYTHING that you hope to be.
Sincerely, your father in spirit,
Cula Valerious
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| "i spy with my little eye... something... red."
"me."
i shifted irritably on the large crimson dragon's back. having noticed my vexation, he chuckled deeply, small wisps of smoke exiting from his mouth. in his rich Scottish accent he said, "my turn, then, laddie?"
having nothing else to protest with, i groaned.
he proceeded cheerfully. "i spy with my little eye... something... blue."
the very first thought that came to mind was the vast expanse of blue calming my eyes. "the sky?"
"oh, no, laddie. try again."
my eyes shifted to the next uncannily colored ball of blue. "Darius?"
he chuckled once again. "nonono... something... something more special."
once again, my gaze strayed around all the blue colored objects in the gardens, finding blue violets, blue forget-me-nots, blue bellflowers...
and amidst them all... right before my very eyes...
was a blue rose bud.
i immediately slid down off the dragon's back and briskly walked to it to investigate...
so pure... so frail... so...
clean, innocent and... peaceful...
i gently stroked the small bud with a finger and stared at it in wonder.
and, little did i know then, before V had told me of it, Aeliezar had slipped my heir a small, fond wink.
FilmClips: I Spy
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