Wet foliage slapping at her face, the young, half-elvan ranger dives through the underbrush near the western eaves of the Wood of Sharp Teeth. She is in her element, lithe and quick. She knows the terrain and how to maneuver in it. She does not get caught on stray branches, or tripped by fallen debris. Her woodland cloak whips behind her, shadowing her every move as if it has a mind of its own. Her tight leather armor hugs her closely, accentuating every dip and curve of her well formed fisique. Her name is Lystra Silverdragon and this is the start of her tale.
Lupine kisses, feathered touches Be my sunset, bathed in russets Hear my cries to braided cords Hear my worship of the lords Of shadows rising, night unending Of pleasure bated, pain withstanding Proof that angels do wear leather Take me ever for your pleasure Wrench from me the lion’s roar Birth from flesh the open … Continue reading Lupine Kisses
My mind is frantic, Only more frantic with age, My soul is fragile, A piece lost every day, How do we cling to a life? So determined to pass away. How do we keep a good marching order? When the last horn’s blare has faded to gray? Just grab a stick and pick a trail, … Continue reading Sun’s Last Rays
On this day in history, July 1st, 1863, during the American Civil War, the first engagement would occur in the Battle of Gettysburg. The battle most historians consider marked the major turning point in the war. Although the Civil War would continue for another two years following the three day clash, this would mark the … Continue reading Gettysburg: The Opening Salvo
Battle Lines Drawn. Image courtesy of Wikipedia. The morning of July 2nd, 1863 would dawn with the battle lines clearly drawn to the south of Gettysburg. Throughout the night, and much of the morning, the full might of both the Army of Northern Virginia, and that of the Army of the Potomac, reached the battlefield. … Continue reading The Battle of Gettysburg, Day Two: A Test of Will With Blood
See her there, the Goblin Queen, See how she sits in the hollow of her tree, See how she calls upon magics of green, See how she waggles her fingers in greed, See how she pulls from forces unseen, See her there, the Goblin Queen.
We must come to terms with it, life’s great delay, To live our tale, to laugh, to play To live one truth: Come what may, And face one simple fact: this too shall fade, And thus truly enjoy life’s great delay.
Moonlight shone eerily across the surface of untouched snow, broken every now and then by the deep pool of shadow gathered beneath a towering fir. The night air was heavy, silent, and still with not a breath of air to disturb it. All the world seemed as a predatory beast preparing to spring upon unsuspecting … Continue reading The Hunting Lodge pt.1
Have you seen my red heart? Have you felt its great pain? Have you tasted its loss? Have you seen its red mane? Though I love you dearly, I fear you have not, Truly seen what beast beats, Within this chest full of loss.
I love you so dearly Ripe, sweet fruit of the vine The taste of your nectar The soft curve of your thigh Let me suckle at your nature Let me be of your kind I love you so dearly The moon of my sky Transform me forever Ripe sweet fruit of the vine