'But the soul becomes fond' she said, as another day lay down and died. 'Is it
not time' I said, to abandon these chains that bind us and gather together the
wood to fuel our fire?'

canto_ii_(the_arrival)


longing_for_edens_rain_(and_winters_end)


your_name

Though I've called your name a thousand times,
my words are blown back into my face.
The wind makes my skin harder still.
The clouds race by over-head
and I fight to r

avatar

'Chantress, she who within the magic of the ivory can act as a siren to the
angels.
You hold within your very eyes an eclipse and with you also comes a sun,
whose arcane light

canto_i_(the_search)


the_promise_(a_culmination_in_sorrow)


we_stood_with_time

And love itself sought our nectar, and time itself stood still...no man before
had tasted the fruits of such immortality and when your hands touched my face
time itself kissed my so

i_was_alive_then_....

In the breast of the sky,
I saw them gathered in flight,
casting down their enveloping aura,
as leaves would fall,
it touched my every pore.
The kindest words o

sundreched_(beneath_the_skies_we_sought)