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A slight tingle ripples ore my sleeping flesh
Chilling, briskly sighing, touching me briefly
Telling of all the secrets it carries to my protector and me
In this always chosen shadowed elegance
Ever
Ever
Ever
So long self-imposed, self-needed place of rest
Ah, now it is teasing, pleasing
Coming and then, and then no-not ceasing, ah it plays with me
Creating within the eternity of my nocturnal nothingness
Need
Need
Need
To hear its movement's entirety,
So I rise as a gentle chord ethereal played
Upon symphonic violin by fingers not seen
I am porcelain perfection in twilight’s last hurrah of reflection
I must know, understand, go beyond, and answer its secret demand
Demand
Demand
Demand
I walk now through true winter’s blessings of communion
Flakes dance, frozen tiny ballerinas, and I, dance
As a shadow of a quiet stream’s fluidity through them
Till I hear finally in flow of breezes existence find its secret of keeping
Beat – Beat
Beat-Beat
Beat-Beat
Grace of enchantment forms a smile upon my lips
Gold eyes fill with flames of want and need to grant this wishing
This passionate, soft, violent, harsh call of my sacred little known name
Found upon a winter’s chilling, thrilling, bristling sacrament
Beat-Beat
Beat-Beat
Beat-Beat
Its call is a scream now of desperation
I move with speed of winter’s storms winds
Knowing, digging deeper, deeper still
Beat-Beat
I am coming, eternal gift in hand
Could answer your secret inquisition
Tis in your will
Or my demand.
Chilling, briskly sighing, touching me briefly
Telling of all the secrets it carries to my protector and me
In this always chosen shadowed elegance
Ever
Ever
Ever
So long self-imposed, self-needed place of rest
Ah, now it is teasing, pleasing
Coming and then, and then no-not ceasing, ah it plays with me
Creating within the eternity of my nocturnal nothingness
Need
Need
Need
To hear its movement's entirety,
So I rise as a gentle chord ethereal played
Upon symphonic violin by fingers not seen
I am porcelain perfection in twilight’s last hurrah of reflection
I must know, understand, go beyond, and answer its secret demand
Demand
Demand
Demand
I walk now through true winter’s blessings of communion
Flakes dance, frozen tiny ballerinas, and I, dance
As a shadow of a quiet stream’s fluidity through them
Till I hear finally in flow of breezes existence find its secret of keeping
Beat – Beat
Beat-Beat
Beat-Beat
Grace of enchantment forms a smile upon my lips
Gold eyes fill with flames of want and need to grant this wishing
This passionate, soft, violent, harsh call of my sacred little known name
Found upon a winter’s chilling, thrilling, bristling sacrament
Beat-Beat
Beat-Beat
Beat-Beat
Its call is a scream now of desperation
I move with speed of winter’s storms winds
Knowing, digging deeper, deeper still
Beat-Beat
I am coming, eternal gift in hand
Could answer your secret inquisition
Tis in your will
Or my demand.
for my desire always,
Katti
Reference: " I have heard the wind cry filled with the screams of hearts loved ripped apart, Ebony is the color of my fur, Same as The Shadows that shelter me in their arms, Claws that are sharper than the Panther of Norm, For I am Larger, An Immortal Born, Green Eyes Gleam, They Split the Night, If you have ripped my heart's loves, they will be the last Thing You Remember This Night."
THE BEAST IN ME - Revision 3
"It whispers to me, in the wind, on the
sea, in the sound of the trees leaves as
they being blown,are pressed gently one to
another, manipulation of a breeze's power,
it sears as warm as any touch I
desire, I am the same thing, yet I am the
same thing not,, I am the beast, I am the
White Swedish Rose - it is all in the
perception of one's reality, is it not?"
"Is that not the beauty of its splendor?
The mystery that holds us all in wonderment
of what we have the potential to become?
I sought the wild thing - after the wild thing
subdued me - I sought the wild thing again -
and I found it. It was in me. And the
realization of it set me free, as the wild thing
and I did become as one."
"And the fire began to burn, and the passion rose,
and the moon called and the wind whispered my name,
and deep inside of me I began to change - and yet change did I not -
almond eyes became feline in shape,
and body slender and strong became body black, sleek,
covered in ric
"I have allowed too many people to define me. I am who I am, I am the gentle warm breeze that tickles the trees in the hours of an summer's eve, I am the Malestrom of a winter storm, I am a friend to few, an acquaintance to many, I am The Angel of Romance, The Mistress of Dreams, watch out I might manipulate in that sense, I am the classic lady, I am the tomboy too, I am one who can be alone without love if need be, but if love be fair with me I shall be as a star in the heart of the one who me chooses. I am all these things and more for I am the Lass of Kimberling, Lady, Beast of Desire, and oh so much more. This is who I am. I shall no longer bend. Never ever more."
My muse is back and this is part one of Marika and how she has been screaming to become reknown.
© 2015 - 2024 LaColombeDeDeuil
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Wonderful artist's comments.
As for the work itself what else would one expect from the angel of romance than the amazing phrasings here within.
As for the work itself what else would one expect from the angel of romance than the amazing phrasings here within.