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Moriah L. Wood

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The Clean Red Snow by evilnocturnal, literature

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The Clean Red Snow

The Clean Red Snow © Copyright 2002 Moriah Wood Oh, wouldn't you know How pretty is the snow Tainted in a common red? But here, it's quite rare Though what is to cause despair When you're rather innoncent instead? A drifting flake, untouched Wouldn't seem to matter much Though here's a time you'd not forget Because here you know you're innocent. When a moon dreams the days Away is where darkness sways. Here again is color revealed And again, your innocence's sealed.

On this Fine Autumn Night by evilnocturnal, literature

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On this Fine Autumn Night

On this Fine Autumn Night © Copyright 2002 Moriah Wood How pleasant this breeze Wouldn't you agree? On this fine autumn night; The sweetness turns black to white. Seas of orange and red beyond sight Now I've no reason to dwell in fright. Water from the rivers calmly splash over mold As soon as dusk begins to unfold. The breeze is still yet present upon leafs trees hold The trees which have stood here, watching new upon old. There hasn't been a day it spent Nor I, since we met That dawn has been unkind to us. For now, in my cryptic mind The moments of time shall never unwind.

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tGMoFaB by evilnocturnal, literature

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tGMoFaB

The Gradual Motivation of Failure and Beginning © Copyright 2002 Moriah Wood From dust, we are made, risen from the flame. The churning begins, as soothingly as possible, Until all of it drains -- we are made into dust again. There lies the moment in which eternity is best envisioned... But we've slept too long, and the falling begins. What seemed like forever, is a blink captured in space. Seas swell, and descend into tear drops. Skies mourn in terrible disbelief -- the process is reformed. Stripped down with the withering grasp of gradual motivation... What seemed like a moment, is countless imprisonment. Doubled over in a new l

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A Chapel in the Forest by evilnocturnal, literature

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A Chapel in the Forest

A Chapel in the Forest Presently I let day pass me by As voices do when they die Of green I sit here upon the earth When fire dances upon the hearth. It calls to me, a beckoning -- I follow My mind yet sets wandering, in despair I shall not wallow Its presence is silent, yet forbiding in this shroud As it is then my approch, stirring not a sound In Ancient scripts has it been written upon. A meaning far more deep than woods it settled on. In no tongue was it spoken, for dare it not ring the air. For if this be told, it would damage like a candle in flare. The doors of old and decay creak open with pain ... for the fingers of the

Autumn Blood by evilnocturnal, literature

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Autumn Blood

Autumn Blood The wind will sing softly upon the earth of its dying rejoice To frolic gracefull upon the warmth of the sun; Is this madness, or sheer brilliance? And its voice is like shards of glass, opening a new dawn of decay. And we shall wither to the ground, too frail to uphold our stance. The forest shall die as they continue in their Autumn rejoice; And with it the life which once grew. How dare it bare this upon its melancholy shoulders? Yet it seems unstoppable -- with time, things will change. Whether a spout of joy be brought or die trying. Dare they fight, hope, and pray? Perhaps its wrath is gentle, although forceful,

Daughter of the Night by evilnocturnal, literature

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Daughter of the Night

Daughter of the Night "Born unto dusk, in a vice so vain ... A prochepchy I wish undone... Bare me the child of whom I preclaim." Cast away of the nightborn fleet, they descended her upon the hunger of weak. Though they bared no eyes of what befall to them, care they not of what wish harm be done unto them. Tongue of witchery, of sinful and impure, bore they wish her not too greet their company for lustmore. Fear had choosen them of victory, and cast away she went ... far beyond their reaches they cared to be spent. Torn into ravenous scars which bleed, of a burning hatred burning within her that fed; And born unto darkness was she

Willow Blessed the Sun by evilnocturnal, literature

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Willow Blessed the Sun

Ajar the door widens, and she peers outside... "What becometh ye?" she inquires to the solemn whistle of the wind, into the void of dismal cast of shadow. "Do bare ye the wings of despair upon the dreadfully casting night?" Low come a voice from deep within the night, softly pressing against its rage, "Nay. Come bare I the heaven and stars, the sun that shines through, and the gentleness of the breeze which bare thee a humble pace of prosperity." "O, come hither then, for long have I awaited your coming," said she, stepping out into the darkness as it embraced her in welcome. "Thy hand, bring it to me," said then the voice softly, as if

Nocturnal Evil by evilnocturnal, literature

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Nocturnal Evil

Nocturnal Evil Whilst the mist hung low in the night's Cold grip, a stutter of voices could be heard upon the wind. Deathly silence wrung the black-stained sky, Trespasses along the shadowy walls. Writhing in agony, the abyss howled and groaned As if waiting for unsuspecting prey. Slowly, the sun's fingers swept through, In triumph again, diminishing all the Nocturnal evil. It shall rise again, when the pregant moon is full And bring forth its darkened pleasures In the void, vice and cruel.

Rotting Fate by evilnocturnal, literature

The Moons Eyes by evilnocturnal, literature

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The Moons Eyes

The Moon's Eyes. By: Moriah L. Wood 2001. Your eyes did seize the crimson within those troubled tousles of flesh which were left managled by the trechory of your hands. Dusk is drawn, and the moon by its charriot of darkness is revealed, and its essence of light gave vision of death within your hands. I would have not cast half-glance, if were it not for your distress. Uncommonly so had you writhed with such pain, were it not for my comfort would you have been able to contend yourself. Though you struggled to be free of my merciful bonds, and set out to venture into the melancholy night which enguled your demise. Though

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Current Residence: New Jersey.
Favourite genre of music: Goth, Ambient, Black Metal, Doom Metal.
Favourite photographer: Kire Hughes
MP3 player of choice: Winamp, MediaPlayer.
Favourite cartoon character: Gaz, Gir, Squee!, Voltaire, Zim, Lenore.
Personal Quote: "To dawn come a day, one step nearer to the violent fray." - Myself.

Favourite Movies

Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Cinema Strange, Cradle of Filth, LAM

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allan Poe, Dani Davey

Favourite Games

Vampire: The Masquerade

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Writing, perfecting, experiments, music.

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evilnocturnal

Aug 5, 2002

Devious Journal Entry

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I don't believe in fate ... stopped searching for that long ago. Love is sometimes an illusion, in which takes the most sincere to make it all become reality. I'm still searching for my lost end...

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evilnocturnal

Jul 21, 2002

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The lyrics to the song I am currently listening to ... It's from Cinema Strange called En Hiver, "In Winter" for those who don't know French/German... I love to hate you, I am in winter. Frostbite hath claimed me, I succumb to numbness... Freezing men don't laugh at murder. Bleeding naked in the bathtub. Open windows tempt the savory, women's heads float just as easily. J'adore detester, je suis en hiver... Within the confines of crystal, reflected is my loathing. Under ice and still, chill waters fish bite stiff men and children. Freezing men, etc... In the fog in the woods at midnight, in a land where it's always winter, I cut the thin ski

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evilnocturnal

Jul 15, 2002

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Listening to "Love Like Blood." A very  lovely Gothic Metal band. Concerning the  Gothic Metal/Gothic music scene, I have  a few recommendations:L'ame Immortelle Cinema Strange Nightwish The Crüxshadows The Kovenant The Black League Dark Tranquility Macbeth Saviour Machine... And now, the lyrics to the song I am  listening to: "TEAR ME - AND LEAVE ME DYING I FEEL  YOUR ANGER BURN I TAKE REVENGE FOR CRYING I KNOW THE  TIDE WILL TURN. HATE ME - BUT YOU'RE A NOTHING I KNOW  YOU DOUBT AND FROWN I SEE YOUR DOOMSDAY COMING I PRAY YOUR  FATE COMES DOWN. GOING DOWN, COMING DOWN GOING DOWN CRY OUT! A BRAG IN EV'RY WORD CRY OUT! Y