A/N: This marks the first thing I've written outside of the LXG section. Pray review, and tell me what you think. You can probably guess who's who here.


MAYBE, THE SPIRITS WILL REST

Save me from the image that plagues my mind

Save me from the pain that fills my soul

Save me from this war I must fight

In honor of my love.

This war

It wasn't I who started it.

It was Him.

Her very father,

The one who took her life.

When I was born

I bore no ill will;

I accepted the Vampires

As my masters

I took her as my wife;

He didn't approve,

but did not stop us

When the joyous news

Was broken, I rejoiced.

He became afriad.

Afraid of the hybrid that would be born,

Afraid of the potential challenge

To his power.

So he did what he believed he had to do:

He took us as captives,

Forced me to watch as my wife and

The "abomination" he foresaw

Were killed.

She burned; her screams

Still haunt my nights.

I escaped.

six centuries I have waged my war.

No, it is not my war;

it is His.

He thought he would be challenged;

at his order, my wife and child were killed.

Now, as my plans come to pass,

I feel a sense of achievement,

A sense of peace,

Some reprieve from the hell

I have been living in.

You will be avenged, my love,

and maybe, the spirits will rest.