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From: "<Shana Nolan>" <DPangel79@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Westward Into Night (01/01)
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This is a short piece, the first of some works inspired by the (dark) writings
of Jim Morrison.

Permission to archive to the FTP/fkfanfic sites, everyone else, ask, please.
Morrison's works are copyrighted...  his words are in the ~ ~ brackets.

Disclaimers as always; the FK universe is not mine own, I am only a wanderer
through its night.   The grammar is broken; the meaning, not the wording, is
what really counts.  Comments of bad/good/deeply philisophical nature to
DPangel79@aol.com.


Westward Into Night
by Shana Nolan
*****************

~ a ha ~

Time to go.  Time to move on.  Can't stay.  Can't linger.  Can't get lost in
someone else's dream.

~ Come on, now ~

Face the truth and look yourself in the mirror.  It's been twenty years;
haven't you seen enough?

~ luring the Traveller ~

The whisper of something new.  Tempt me to stay.  Tempt me to love.  Tempt me
to run.

~ Mighty Voyager ~

We always move on.  We have to.  We die if we linger.  We must always move on
eventually.

~ Curious, into its dark womb ~

There must be something more.  Something to quicken the cold heart.  A
rebirth; a renewal.

~ The graves grinning ~

Surrounded by death but never overcome by it.  Bringer of death and cheater of
death; a Reaper clad in satin.

~ Indians of night ~

My people.  My kind.  Why have I lost my way?  Why can I feel you passing by
and yet I cannot follow?  Slipping through the night.  My people.  My kind.

~ The eyes of night ~

World always changing without me.  Time slipping by.  Why can't I see it
through neither blue nor gold eyes?

~ Westward luring ~

A taste of Paris.  A taste of home.  A taste of something to be explored and
discovered.

~ into the brothel, ~

A taste of freedom.  Too many memories.  Too much past.  Too much mortal pain.

~ into the blood bath ~

Too many questions.  Only one answer.  Take the pleasure; not the pain.
Ambrosia, not vinegar, of the vein.

~ into the Dream ~

Get back everything I've lost.  Take back my night.  Take back my nature.  And
bring them with me.

~ The dark Dream of conquest ~

Prey; predator.  Mortal; vampire.  Strangers; family.  Each controls the other
at one point or the other.  Conquer my fears.  Be the conquerer.  Be the
victim of my own Beast.

~ and Voyage ~

So I go.  So I leave.  Want to stay.  Need to go.

~ into night, ~

A thousand years later I do it again.  Abandon and return.  Break free and
enslave myself.  Sweet vengeance and bitter truth.

~ Westward into Night ~

Goodbye.  Au revoir.  Immortal beloved.  Immortal father.  I leave thee though
I never really go.


{fin}
********

Note:  The speaker is Janette, speaking of her decision to leave TO in "Human
Factor."  If you see someone else as the speaker, don't worry, that's why I
didn't use any names in it.

--Cousin Shana, DPangel79@aol.com