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Vas happening Selene?
Sjofn is the Goddess of Love. And love," her eyelids suddenly fluttered dreamily, "love," she breathed then she focused on me with a strange intensity that made me, even me, squirm a little, "love is everything.
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
Through the open door A drowsy smell of flowers -grey heliotrope And white sweet clover, and shy mignonette Comes fairly in, and silent chorus leads To the pervading symphony of Peace.
Sweet smile is half again as sinister as her sister's razor. Beside her is an Olympic Knight, the Storm Knight
Nothing but beauty and douceur
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A whole Gothic world had come to grief ... there was now no armour glittering through the forest glades, no embroidered feet on the green sward; the cream and dappled unicorns had fled ...
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Do you remember the Lady of Shalott? The mirror crack'd from side to side: 'The doom has come upon me,' cried the Lady of Shalott. Well, that's what she looked like. People laugh at Tennyson nowadays, but the Lady of Shalott always thrilled me when I was young and it still does.
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
the cloak of Sorrow: O
Fantastique, 'Dream of a Witches' Sabbat'. "Though
The horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
It's called Seflish, which is fitting
Surrender the vert platonic bond tying your soul to mine craft, the sky fades a pink shadow cast.
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.
Red running through silver, joining into something darker.
Post Tenebras Lux. After Darkness, Light.
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.
Dark and stately is the warm, graceful tenderness of the Sarabande
Through the side window, a screen of late-afternoon sunlight is projected onto the wall. Shadows of birds flit across it.
Some shadows are sharp, some shadows are blurry.
I've seen them before in another time and place.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
Starry Starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Sunlight sO Right, tRue, strOng, and White
StocktontoMalone
from Petronius Arbiter's Satyricon, 'For once I saw with my own eyes the Cumaean Sibyl hanging in a jar. When the boys asked her, "Sibyl, what do you want?" she said, "I want to die." '" Long
Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel
Hard eyes that grow soft for an hour;
The heavy white limbs, and the cruel
Red mouth like a venomous flower;
When these have gone by with their glories,
What shall rest of thee then, what remain,
O mystic and somber Delores,
Our Lady of Pain?
comely Savannah Frost approaching my front door. She
AOE/Axsys The magic machine.
Sedona is beautiful, but your soul is even more beautiful.
Gem of all joy, jasper of jocundity.
Sweet the young muse with love intense,
Which smiles o'er sleeping innocence.
Tonight the sun has died like an Emperor ... great scarlet arcs of silk ... saffron ... green ... crimson ... and the blaze of Venus to remind one of the absolute and the infinite ... and along the lower rim of beauty lay the hard harsh line of the hills ...
My Serenity sings of simplicity
The spell is Morgians
Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.
Cyphus bears the blue flame. Stercus is in thrall of iron. Ferule chill and dark of eye. Usnea lives in nothing but decay. Grey Dalcenti never speaks. Pale Alenta brings the blight. Last there is the lord of seven: Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane. Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
Sweet serenity; the love and magic of two souls forever intertwined
A unicorn in this magical star.
In my new home.
My ethereal home.
Saturna
Silver-the first book of dreams
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
When I see Steve Davis I see two letters ... C S ... Cue Sorceror.
Silena appeared out of the woods, her sword drawn. Her Aphrodite armour was pink and red, colour coordinated to match her clothes and makeup. She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.
crenellations, the scarlet and the pale, the airy stone and the
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain/By the false azure in the windowpane ...
I that in heill wes and gladnes Am trublit now with gret seiknes And feblit with infermite: Timor Mortis conturbat me.* * Fear of Death troubles me.
By the Wyrd Throne of Glass Series
Sassy want a mousey??!! -Syd The Long Lost (Hayle Coven #5)
The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.
Hyacinth. Please forgive me.
I am a knight of Solamnia. I am the hand of Paladine, of Kiri-Jolith and of Habbakuk on this world. You are on Krynn. You are mine, Queen of Darkness.
Heavens, how charming it is! There is now in the sky only the soft vaporous color of pale citron - the last reflection of the sun which plunges into the dark blue of the night, going from green tones to a pale turquoise of an unheard-of fineness and a fluid delicacy quite indescribable ...
The beech leaves surged and shimmered in the wind. Far below, a vixen paused to stare up, then melted away. Stars burned tiny holes in the twilight and then a pale moon traced a slow silver arc through the sky.
Still and pale
Thou movest in thy silver veil,
Queen of the night! the filmy shroud
Of many a mild, transparent cloud
Hides, yet adorns thee.
If you had told Sycorax that her son Caliban was as handsome as Apollo, she would have been pleased, witch as she was.
soul it shaped. Laurel
the bed, narrow apple-green draperies at
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
You are the sacred consummation of the sun and the moon and the shadow and you will become the poison of death. [Sylvian]
Turning scarlet in her mind,
The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon
What is dark within me, illumine.
Your shadow stealthily leaves nothing of where you go, like a poisoned needle that sews together my footsteps. Your light pliantly strikes the water tower, like a lightning bolt that severs the source of my life. -Soifon
The gloomy shade of death.
The hostess extended her swanlike neck and opened her mouth to the fullest. "Aaaahhhaaaahhhhheeeeaaaahhhh!"
Somewhere in the depths of the pine forest an identical sound reverberated.
"An echo!" exclaimed Frannie.
"No," smiled Helena. "Sybil Manigault. She's into nature.
Cirrus sky hawk drift, blue haze in the autumn air, and my mouth is dry.
Soap shining beauty.
Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
As great Pythagoras of yore,
Standing beside the blacksmith's door,
And hearing the hammers, as they smote
The anvils with a different note,
Stole from the varying tones, that hung
Vibrant on every iron tongue,
The secret of the sounding wire.
And formed the seven-chorded lyre.
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play,
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair
Sean, my mate. Mate of my Heart(Jennifer Ashley, Primal Bonds).
Sring is the mantra of beauty. Traditionally it is connected with Lakshmi, the Indian goddess of beauty. Chant "Sring" slowly, elongating each sound. As you do, you will see the consciousness of beauty of everywhere.
I fused the beauty of dreaming and the reality of life into a single blissful colour..
... On a clear bright day even the softness of the sounds is golden ...
Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith."
"You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.
Ariadne in the labyrinth. The most alive of worlds, human beings with the tenderest flesh, are made of marble. I strew devastation as I pass. I wander dead-eyed through cities and petrified populations.
AhthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell."
"It sounds evil."
"It is," I answered, and we parted.
The dwarfs were staring at Lady Sybil as she changed up through the gears into full, operatic voice. For an amateur soprano she had an impressive delivery and range, a touch too wobbly for the professional stage but exactly the kind of high coloratura to impress the dwarfs. Snow
Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,
what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!
Light-enchanted sunflower, thou
Who gazest ever true and tender
On the sun's revolving splendour.
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
O the blest eyes, the happy hearts,
That see, that know the guiding thread so fine,
Along the mighty labyrinth."
-from "Song of the Universal
Draw Dyrnwyn, only thou of noble worth, to rule with justice, to strike down evil. Who wields it in good cause shall slay even the Lord of Death.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I have placed you in my hall
Where I wander every day.
Echo beauty, and you'll stay.
Twilight-kind, oppressing the heart as with a condensed atmosphere of dreamy undefined love and longing.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
Serenity, I am unable to wear panties.
With a tone so rich, I would never be afraid of the dark. Steinway is the only and the best!
Pulque - lightning nectar for the Gods.
HIPPOLYTA
But all the story of the night told over,
And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images
And grows to something of great constancy,
But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
SkyClan is growing.
Nightwindflyhighfreeeeeee.
O, beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties,
Above the fruited plain ...