Tag Archives: Lente Scura

The Dreaded

A wisp     a scent  You turn your head, is something there? Nothing but your imagination,  the rational asserts robustly, and the unsettlement caused by the lateness of the hour the creaking of the roof the halting…steps…..? a wisp … Continue reading

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The Dreams of Blood

The blood always knows and it calls calls to you in your dreams  in your soul stirrings the drink of midnight  of terror and sweetness combined in claret richness the Queen holds the brimming chalice  its vintage a subtle balance … Continue reading

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The Lady Calls

  The Lady of the Moon moves silent as a whisper shimmering and changeable as a dream to gaze into her deep opal eyes is to learn to love the dark rivers of the evening that she travels endlessly as … Continue reading

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Within the Dragons Dream

Molten gold runs through me warm as blood and lifts my wings spreading with thunder and power like the lightning storm to be within the dragons dream is to be wrapped in scarlet and memories of a mighty fall the … Continue reading

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