...Pleasure...

Embraced by your love,
immortal passion yearns for quenching.
Kindred spirits on a quest for happiness,
for each other,
for a haven for the love,
the passion.
Masquerade unneeded, unwanted.
Love is a feeling that comes in many ways,
the scent of a woman,
the taste of her sweet lips,
the heat from his breath,
the scent of his skin,
you can hear her heart pounding,
you can see the gleam in her eyes when you say, “I love you.”
and you can touch her silky smooth skin.
How in this world,
when we stimulate our senses with false pleasures,
can we loose sight of the pleasure that one person can bring you,
and make you feel as if you just let your mind have the real pleasure it wants,
it needs,
The love of one, the one true pleasure.

...Crawling...

Crawling my way through life,
I try so hard to love,
I try so hard to please the one I love,
even as I try,
love throws a curve
and the love is gone,
never to return,
they never knew how much I really loved them.
My knees are cut and bruised,
my hands are rough and calloused,
as I’ve carried the burden of being alive,
of loves lost and found,
they never found out about my love.
Trying so hard to stand proud in life and love,
but when I get close to standing,
I get knocked down to my knees,
crawling.
So if I must crawl,
I will,
but love is so hard to find,
true love is even harder.
They come and they go,
but they never seem to stay long,
always wanting someone who stands,
not one that tries and crawls,
they want one already standing,
that has everything,
no waiting for anything.
So I am on my hands and knees,
crawling my way through life,
trying to stand,
but they always leave for someone,
“better” then me.
So I ‘m knocked down,
to crawling,
so I crawl on my hands and knees,
carrying the burden of lost love,
and being alive in a standing world.

A poem

Cold moonless nights,
My eyes yearn for just a glimmer,
a sight seldom seen,
a word rarely spoken,
To dream of the future,
to look back into the past,

You will be forever in my eyes and dreams.

Days come and go,
night consuming them hungrily,
I sit and wonder,
I sit and listen,
Listening for a heartbeat,
for a tender sigh,

You will be forever in my eyes and dreams.

Life slowly fading into the past,
pain lost over it's passage,
a new beginning to some,
and ending for others.

You will be forever in my eyes and dreams.


*inspired by Kal ShadowHand*

His Mistress´ Voice

She had been restless for a while, he couldn´t have but noticed when standing guard at the Smugglers´ Gate, he knew the signs and the tempting pull of Her voice. Soon somewhere a sailor, be it a lonely fisherman or a sea captain, would decide to face Her waves, despite his colleagues warnings, ignoring the little voices in his head or simply because he had a family to feed.
He had felt nervous then, close enough to hear Her voice, yet just out of reach.
But how could he ever really be out of reach? Her touch reached everywhere, the springs and rivers, the kitchen sink, his cup of tea...even into his very blood. Faintly, easy to resist, it still was there, like a whispered promise across a room or a whiny nag from next door, however Her mood struck Her.
She hadn´t given up, probably never would, just being there, waiting, biding Her time. But some days Her call would be more insistent and She would reach out to Her children, Her mates. Days like these...

He pressed closely against the Southern City Wall, his fingers curled into a piece of cloth that carried her flowery scent, his anchor into his new being.
Her call had pulled him here, he couldn´t have stayed away; close enough to hear Her voice yet far enough to resist... hopefully.
His eyes watched Her ever restless body to the east, even here, far away from where She took Her tithe, chose Her playthings, companions and loves the signs of her fury were unmistakeable. The storm would rage out there, shredding sails and breaking masts, more to the south, it seemed. A good sign, most likely no-one he knew would find his way to Her this night.

And suddenly, with a satisfied moan carried upon the winds, it was over. His hands clutched the tattered remains of a brightly coloured skirt to his face, filling his head with peace and the strength to move away, away from Her who he once called his love to the one that was his Love now, his anchor, the founding stone of his new self.


*As written by Stewan Seagull about the Sea and T'lara. To be added to The Stories of the "Dark" Woman*

A terrible loss...

Ilona kissed Kal lovingly, "We will be fine dear. Mother and Father need to meet their new grandson. I know you have your missions to take care of. I love you."

The ship launched from their home-made dock. Ilona and her two girls waving and yelling their love and missings of their new father as the sails rolled down from their resting places. Ilona's eyes filled with tears as she blew kisses to her beloved husband. She would miss him the most, he was her soul-mate. The first man to truly show her love and happiness. She would wait up for hours for him when he was out on a mission, worried, yet it would all disappear in a flash as he strolled in the doorway of their new home.

Their home faded in the distance, Ilona borrowed the captains' spyglass and looked back towards home, he was still there waving to them. She smiled a little and whispered softly, "I love you Kal, with all my heart."

The warm sun blanketed the deck of the ship as the island disappeared over the horizon. She so badly wished he could have come with them on their voyage, but she knew his duty to Cove was as important to him as his family. Day turned to night as they headed towards Jhelom. The warm air kissed her cheeks as she sat there half asleep against the mainsail next to their sleeping children. Her eyes opened quickly as she groggily whispered out loud, "Kal?" But alas, it was only the wind. Never in her life had she ever felt such love for any man. Checking over their children she sighed happily, "I am truly blessed."

Morning came, but not the sun. Thick black clouds loomed overhead, lightning raced across the clouds, then down. Ilona grabbed the girls and clutched onto "Cory" (full name Cor'Ari Ta) and headed towards the lower deck. Rain spat hard across the deck, the crew racing to their positions to battle against the coming storm. She dashed towards the stairs to the lower deck as a flash of light and a thunderous clap shook the ship violently. She turned towards the flash of light as she hurried the girls down the stairs.
Splinters flew everywhere at the mast exploded from the lightning strike, Ilona shielded little "Cory" with her body. The pain raced through her body as the splinters tore into her back, Cory screaming in fear from the noise. Down she stumbled into the lower deck. Isis and Harley crying as they clung to their mother. "Mommy I want daddy!" They both screamed in fear as the thunder rumbled through the ship. Their tears streaming down their cheeks while the ship was tossed to and fro. "Shhh, Daddy always shows up when we need him most, you know that." Oh how she wished he was there with them now, so she could hold him close, to ease her fear...

The storm raged on throughout the day, the seas churned and crashed, yet in a blink of an eye, the storm disappeared, the sea... calm... empty...


Official Report from Jhelom: Search parties sent out to find the ship, the B.o.C TraderHorn have found no trace of the ship, crew or passengers anywhere. Ship is considered sunk, with all on board.



*this story to be added to The Stories of the "Dark" Woman*

The Tale of Ryan Graystone (rough draft)

Night brought forth it's dark fingers as Ryan walked forth into it's blackness. The dreary sounds of the creatures rang forth throughout the cold forest. He had traveled for to long, he would have to make camp in the chill of the night. Flint sparked against steal as he lit his torch to stay off the nights' blackness. A suitable spot, somewhere high and dry he looked for, with none to be found.
Disheartened, Ryan braced his torch into the limb of a tree and began clearing a spot for his bedroll, this place was as good as any he thought. His heavy boot steps crunched through the foliage as he gathered fallen branches and logs for his fire. Such a recruit mistake, he thought to himself as he dragged the gathered wood behind him. To not make camp before dark was not like him, his thoughts were else where. Someplace far away now...

... Sun shined through her golden locks of hair as Ryan held her in his arms. She was the one for him, his one true love for the rest of time. The smell of her hair as it fell across his face, still lingered in his nostrils. This day could not get any better he thought, everything was perfect. Hand in hand they strolled through the dirt covered streets of cove and across to the Altmere. They were going to their favorite place to sit and talk at the edge of Coves' boundary. Things had been quiet, peaceful, never did the loving couple think of what would change their lives forever would find them on this perfect day...

...The fire of his campsite slowly began to grow, it's deadly dance of flames creeping up the bits of twigs and bark like a Way-watcher on the hunt. It's warmth slowly spreading as it's hungry flames slowly devoured their prey. He slowly added more food to the ravenous flames while laying out his bedroll over some pine branches. It was not his best work, but it would have to do for the night. Another log into the fire, his pack crumpled up underneath his head, he began to drift off. Off to a simpler time, a peaceful time. He twisted and turned on his bedroll, his eyes turning back to the flames...

... Flames lept from the forest, the loving couple turning to run away from the flames. Their feet taking flight as they gripped each others hands tightly. Out of the smoke Ryan felt a sickening thud slam into his chest. His lovers hand wrenched from his as he was forced back by the blow.
His eyes barely able to focus after the massive blow, he looked up as he heard her terrified screams above him. His eyes struggling to focus, her screams blood curdling, he felt a heavy foot against his chest. It felt like a giant hoof as his hands tried to stop it from holding him down. As he looked up towards her cries for help he came face to face with what held him down, a Minotaur. It'd foul breath crashed against his face, robbing him of his next breath. Fire filled it's black eyes as it stared down at him. With a heavy snort the minotaur stood up and held his prize high in the air above it's blackened horns. With a mighty swish of it's hoofed foot it sent Ryan across the open field and into the brambles. He could feel the heavy footsteps as the minotaur walked away with his love...

... The crackle and pops of the fire echoed in his ears as he laid there not able to sleep. He was healed now and had sworn to retrieve her and bring her back to Cove where she belonged, no matter what the cost. Tears formed in his eyes as he thought of her, his heart aching for her smile. It drove him forward, kept him focused on his task. Years of fighting came back in a flash on that grim day, never would he let them fade into the background again.
The moon cast its' eerie shadows amongst the trees, his weapon clutched in his hand, Ryan finally drifted off to sleep.

Morning climbed slowly through the blackness as Ryan stirred in his make shift bed. The early morning dew sprinkled as far as the eye could see, greeted him as he awoke. Rubbing his eyes and with a great stretch he turned to the dieing fires' coals, now blackened and gray. Stoking it up with fresh food and a soft blow from his lips brought the fire to life once more. A bit of tea and a few stale muffins made for a bland breakfast. But he could waste no more time to complete his self imposed quest. Hastily he rolled up his bedroll and kicked dirt upon the fire. Onwards he went, deeper into the woods after his prize.

Hours passed into days as he searched for the minotaurs lair. His heart heavy with the thought of finding her dead. Step after step he trudged on, deep in his soul he had to know, and avenge her either way.

Something did not feel right, the forest was to quiet suddenly. Ryan gripped his weapon as he brought it out to his side. All of his senses were on high alert as he crept forward. Eyes dashed to and fro as he moved carefully onwards. This feeling was not new to him, many a battle with the Yewish Way-watchers had honed his alertness. Nothing moved, not even a leaf as he stood there.

A mighty crash and a thunderous roar came at him from his right. The sudden shock as he felt the Minotaurs' spear pierce through his side stunned him. His eyes wide with disbelief and pain, never had a wound been this deep before. The familiar snort from the minotaur rumbled through his ears nearly drowning out a delicate voice. Her voice, still she lived, his face grew a peaceful smile. He heard her delicate voice once more as his eyes met hers for the last time.
"We shall eat well tonight my love" she said. A low grunt and a heavy snort filled the air as Ryan looked to her, her belly swollen with child, the beasts child, was the last he saw of her. With a mighty grunt the minotaur thrust the spear. The spear raced through his innards and out the other side...

...his journey ended...


*this story to be finished and added to The Stories of the "Dark" Woman*

A Paladins' Thoughts...

Sweet smell of tangled hair,
A soft kiss upon thy lips,
the taste of bitter love upon thy brow.

Sunshine sparkles in thine eyes,
Tender dreams lost,
speak nay a word,
all is said,
with the sweet smell of tangled hair.

To some we might have journeyed for a lifetime,
to others we have just begun,
tho day by day we struggle on,
we fall silently,
we weep and start again...

Pain and glory fill our eyes,
as yet another foe dies,
to some a journey done,
to others one just begun.

Hold thy tongue,
whisper nay a word,
can you hear it calling?

It calls for some,
it calls for all,
yet do we listen to the call?

Whisper nay a sound,
utter nay a word,
it stands amongst us,
calling...
calling...

Shields clash,
swords sing,
the music of death surrounds you,
the tear of flesh,
the subtle fall of a tear,
the sounds of death surround you,

A simple laugh fills your ears,
silenced at the tip of a blade,
For no one can hear the the sounds of death,
as they surround you...

Without evil,
there is no good,
Without good,
there is no evil...

Silence fills the soul,
deafens the ears,
the warmth of a blanket in the cold,
the baking of flesh in the heat,
time takes it's toll,
as silence fills the soul...

Knowledge of ones self,
gives you great strength,

Knowledge over ones foes,
gives thee power over ones self...

Whisper of a mornings dawn,
the icy breath of the nights' kiss,
peace surrounds the battle,
the battle surrounds the peace.

Whisper of a mornings dawn,
tell me a tale of days long gone,
bring forth the morning sun,
fight away the icy breath,
of the nights' kiss...

The soft kiss of the morn's dew,
the sweet smell of it lingers in thy thoughts,
A lovers' embrace,
Holding you close.

Their smile warming the day,
comforting through the night,
children laugh and play,
warriors fight and die,
so that the morns' sweet dew,
and a lovers' embrace,
can be felt by all,
like a soft kiss of morning dew,
this is why,
we live and die...

one step closer,
is one step to far...

heart torn in two,
two halves of a whole,
yet it is over one...

For the smell of sweet tangled hair...