A coldness seems to flow through me,
An old and eerie place to see.
Gables pointing to the sky,
On rounded towers that fortify.
Liquid death surrounds a wall,
A stillness right before night-fall.
Blackish windows gaze at me,
Stabbing feelings of brutality.
I see a figure with raven hair,
With whiten skin and solitaire.
Her legs are long, her dress is old,
Those eyes they stare a thousandfold.
She's sitting on those cold damp stones,
Her will is strong, I hear her moans.
She floods my heart with strange desire,
My face is flush, I feel on fire.
She seems to draw upon my soul,
I'm loosing all my self-control.
My vision's fading in and out,
My will is week, I can not shout!
I feel her cold and tender touch,
I can not flee her deadly clutch.
I feel her breath it's at my ear,
Is this the last thing that I hear?
I am 42, mother of 5, and I absolutely love the Winter season. One day while listening to the whispering winds and the cold driving rain, my magickal name chose me.... To a few I am Icy Winters, at home with the season. I am very happy in my life.
Anything by Christine Feehan, Cassie Edwards, Connie Mason, Steven William Rimmer and.... oh, who am I kidding.... I love the written word. I read everything I can get my hands on.
Beliefs / Practices
Spiritual but not Religious, Pagan, Witch, Wiccan
Hobbies
Reading, Writing, Dancing, collecting nutcrackers
Heroes
My family, my friends, Yanni
Likes
Friends, Music, Reading, Dancing, Winter, Snow, Ice, Wind, Rain, Storms, Witches, Wizards, Dragons, Fairies, internet, chocolate, cheese cake, and so forth and so on.... the list is long.
Dislikes
people who rate their status by money and not character, an empty ice cream bucket, people who hurt children, men who hurt women, women who hurt men....
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Have a fantastic Ostara Icy Winters!
We wish you well!
K
your friend linkk
Thoughts
Sitting on a moon lit night,
Bluish shadows, shrouds of light.
A stillness seems to hold me tight,
Memories seem to blind my sight.
What was her name, I knew her well,
Is this real....,I can not tell.
I remember all those moon lit walks,
With wordless lines, of senseless talks.
I wonder if she thinks of me,
I close my eyes and try to see.
Another day..., what will it be,
...........Just another memory.
They're all I have, its sad to say,
They come and go, and do not stay.
I still can see her in my mind,
A gentle creature, soft and kind.
And as the dreams form in my head,
Broken memories keep them fed.
Of all the good times, I once had,
And all the bad times, that made me sad.
When you are old, look back in time,
Think of things that made you shine.
A song, a scent, a familiar face,
That transports you back to that place.
linkk
Tear
Some days, you sit and stare,
The walls are known well,
A tear begun to fall.
The days are gray,
Silence pierced your heart,
Laughter just passed away.
You try to sing!
But no voice is heard.
A tear just hit the floor.
You hear its sound,
Its' crashing noise,
Then silence consumes all.
by linkk
Castle dark
A coldness seems to flow through me,
An old and eerie place to see.
Gables pointing to the sky,
On rounded towers that fortify.
Liquid death surrounds a wall,
A stillness right before night-fall.
Blackish windows gaze at me,
Stabbing feelings of brutality.
I see a figure with raven hair,
With whiten skin and solitaire.
Her legs are long, her dress is old,
Those eyes they stare a thousandfold.
She's sitting on those cold damp stones,
Her will is strong, I hear her moans.
She floods my heart with strange desire,
My face is flush, I feel on fire.
She seems to draw upon my soul,
I'm loosing all my self-control.
My vision's fading in and out,
My will is week, I can not shout!
I feel her cold and tender touch,
I can not flee her deadly clutch.
I feel her breath it's at my ear,
Is this the last thing that I hear?
by linkk
your friend linkk
if you are up for it good luck...
your friend linkk
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