LaColombeDeDeuil

Misty kisses, made of a gentle moist rapture's desire, wherein is a fantasy's erotica found Caresses of touch sought, their rhythm an eternal echo of angels' whispered sighing A gentle accented song softly mixed with a rebounding beat of my hidden soul, A symphony choreographed by the night's mistress's conducting, Gentle moonlit rays entice the tides of desire, beckoning, releasing, a passion longed for, A passion almost found, yet never touched, never brought to completion A heart yearns for the touch of a lover dreamed of in the shadowed realms of my spirit Oh that he would come. Then, as a cottony night's breeze comes over me in a slumb

Misty kisses, made of a gentle moist rapture's desire, wherein is a fantasy's erotica found Caresses of touch sought, their rhythm an eternal echo of angels' whispered sighing A gentle accented song softly mixed with a rebounding beat of my hidden soul, A symphony choreographed by the night's mistress's conducting, Gentle moonlit rays entice the tides of desire, beckoning, releasing, a passion longed for, A passion almost found, yet never touched, never brought to completion A heart yearns for the touch of a lover dreamed of in the shadowed realms of my spirit Oh that he would come. Then, as a cottony night's breeze comes over me in a slumb

Bleeding out in rivers Tears from my soul Tearing from my spirit Wings that make it whole Taking from me all that I am Leaving me with the inability Passion, desire, completeness to feel again A heart lays quiet in its beating Smothered under snow of love's winter Afraid to start once more its pleading Hearing only the minor chords of sorrow Drifting in on chilled breath of winds Bound is the whole of my being Ropes of aloneness knotted tight And yet a small thought, a tiny flame Holds on through all in a fight In a fight to keep me believing That life and love are truly real Oh sweet dream of an oasis Is what it enlightens

Night's Intertwining Symphony Wrapped in velvet, black as the night sky's backdrop, secured by the very femininity it was made to enhance, she sits in a car as well black, long and low that creeps through the traffic like a panther in a predatory stance. A small click – a black gloved hand, she takes it and velvet whispers promises of intimate sweetness to the leather as it slides across it, she rises to the full height of her form, eyes turn, smiles on faces noting begin to form. "This way please." a voice breaks through the noise of feet on sidewalks, high heels tap out a rhythm with the pairs of male matched shoes beside them and voice

dance with me  let me feel your touch answer the gentle flow of notes   that make me yearn for you so much dance with me    let me lay my head on your shoulder strong show me as you glide me across the floor     that tonight will not end here, but will go on long, long dance with me      my eyes close as the dance goes on music becomes the conductor of passion's stirring       awakening desires thought lost - stolen - gone dance with me        take me and make me part of you the notes are the conductors of magic        that sparkles in my eyes sea green blue dance with me        oh I beg you never let this dance end

And I shall lay me down in the early hours of the setting sun And there I shall lie as the leaves of the tree under which I can be found Turn from green to gray then shadow players dancing in the wind, I shall lay me down and wait and hope that this weeping heart will be undone And as the night progresses and the dew is placed by tiniest of hands of field fae on the grass blades that my body bends Then shall the true chill of realization hit me, he is gone, he is gone, no hope for me Slowly the pain of the damp will soon seep into my bones but I shall nae move one inch For ringing in my ears are his last words of defiance of our love a

Eagles fly in solitary skies, majestic to behold Joined are they, for a whisper of a breath, breath of a loved spirit going home. How beautiful, how wondrous, in our soul's eye does he appear The Hand of the Lord is honored, he is restored, illness, pain, now gone, now disappeared For this moment he soars, on freedom's miraculous wholeness of wing What a glorious psalm his heart does in the form of praise begin to sing. Then he is gone, but only from sight, answering the call of His King, So though we weep, tears of longing, his form before us once more for angels to bring We must wait but a wink of time, till once more we join him, t

dance with me  let me feel your touch answer the gentle flow of notes   that make me yearn for you so much dance with me    let me lay my head on your shoulder strong show me as you glide me across the floor     that tonight will not end here, but will go on long, long dance with me      my eyes close as the dance goes on music becomes the conductor of passion's stirring       awakening desires thought lost - stolen - gone dance with me        take me and make me part of you the notes are the conductors of magic        that sparkles in my eyes sea green blue dance with me        oh I beg you never let this dance end for whi

Genealogy of the Mystic Isles by *LaColombeDeDeuil This is just for this story as the whole genealogy can be found by the links in author's comments as well as background tales of the individuals.    Kaylia Summer Merrick -------- ------- Kaylian Spring Merrick Twin Daughters Born from The Uniting of The High Serene Laird Andrew Merrick & Her Serene Highness Ambriel Merrick  All above are of the Lineage of the Ancestors of the Sidhe, and known as Emparian Valerian. The Sidhe were also royals in the Isles and also served the Emparian Valerians in many honored stations. Both daughters born as mirror twins of the other, save for their

      "And they score!" The announcer's voice boomed around the Melon arena, the crowd leapt to its feet even before he was finished, including Marika, whose thoughts had been interrupted by the announcement and Eric, the man beside her. She cheered and clapped along with his wild howling. All the white, black and gold shirted Penguins on the ice gathered around the first player on their team to score of the evening, the home team crowd going wild, and it was only the first five minutes into the first period of the game. Her eyes gleamed with the excitement of the crowd, her smile full now, her face lit with the same exhilaration of the other

Yea, so this shall be, as many doubtless have shared The star, the rose whose bud hath brought me my one delight Hast closed its petals to my heart ner more its joyous fragrance to behold Thus life shall find enchantment's angel risen with wings of darkest boldness For what is the truth, where is the light, what words bleed upon a page That justify this pain, this scourging of  my spirit till its flesh is splayed Promises met but now forgotten, oh how my soul shatters And words fall on ears that claim to hear but are deaf unto me in darkest hours Yea, so this shall be, as many doubtless have shared Change of mind, splintering of hear

HISTORY OF A DARK ONE Legends are made, that is an accepted fact, but in those rare instances sometimes a Legend is a living fact, a work in progress, a legend that is growing everyday out of its very existence. Such is the legend of the Dark One, The Powerful One, The Healer, Gregori of the Carpathians, the Legend's name, to describe such a Legend as deep and strong, as wonderfully compelling, so intensely handsome in his masculinity as this living legend is to speak in often hushed tones of one that is aloof, yet there always in your mind. It is to speak in whispers of his past, one riddled with conflict and loss, and a struggle to survive

Chapter One "They come, like the seasons do, regularly and with barely a joke new, nor a song sung with even changed tune, such a sorry state these Fools traveling as bards are to be seen.To be a Lady of Title and of considerable worth, let alone related to a throne was to be enough would ye think not? 'But nae, says my Father, ye shall marry and marry well. Ye shall go to court and there find a Man not a mere boy of his twenty some years, they are wet my daughter behind the ears. Ye shall pick a Title not a man, then when he succumbs to older age and lives no more then ye can marry for this so called  romantic thing these idiots enthralling