Its cloying dark fingers strangled the light Overpowering its opponent with wretched possession Drenching the earth with tears of despair This was a dusk welcomed by kindred spirits Of times past and times yet to come Walk with me Darkness is destiny.....
~...She had walked past this dark foreboding drive before but the gates had always been closed. A strange feeling was drawing her, enticing her in, she could not explain why but the darkness beyond the trees was calling her in the breeze. Her curiosity was getting the better of her....dare she enter...~
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~...She had always loved to walk amongst the old ruins on nights like this, with the thunder crashing around her and the fresh sea air assailing her nostrils making them flare as she would breathe in the strong ocean smell.
This is how he had found her. For months he had watched her. By night he would hide himself amongst the shadows of the ruins and by day he would sleep the sleep of the dead down beneath the ruins in the old cellars that now only housed bats, cobwebs and scurrying mice. When she would leave the ruins for her home, he would appear in her room in the shape of a bat, hanging from the wooden beams above her bed. There he would stay, sending her thoughts in her sleep, tender thoughts that he didnt know he could still have inside his chest, till, when the distant fingers of dawn would herald his leave back to the cellars of the ruins.
But the time had come that he needed to feed again...he would have to venture out, and soon, for the sustenance he had been getting in and around the ruins was running out. The rabbit warrens were empty and the farmers had been sending out nightly patrols to try to catch whatever it was that was killing their sheep, leaving them intact except for a small mark at their jugular tinged with the red of their blood. He would have to scout a new area close enough so he could return at night to watch over his vision of loveliness....no...he wouldn't bring himself to sup from this beauty. He had other plans for her....
Little did he know that she had seen him many times during her walks but showed no fear for she would continue her exploring as if he wasn't there. She had seen his sharp chiselled features in the shadows, his long shiny raven hair blowing in the wind and sensed his presence near her each time she visited the ruins. When sleep came to her each night, her dreams would be filled with the vision of this dark handsome stranger taking her in his arms, holding her close to him till she felt herself being so enveloped in his tenderness and when daylight would wake her, she would feel a loss deep in her heart akin to grief.
This went on for months and with the passing of each month her love for this stranger, whom she had never met, grew each night in her dreams.
Her last dream was one year ago tonight. One long year of going each night to the ruins hoping she would see him again, promising herself she would let him know she was aware of him. But he never returned.....
Tonight was a night just like that last night she had seen him. Dare she venture to the ruins again in hope..........
Girl Building - original [link] Distant Castle Ruins Ocean Sky Water Splash and Lightning Flames Torches Hair Bats
~... the drought had gone three long years now, with no crops to sustain their meagre existence. Their livestock were dying and their families were being torn apart as their men had to travel far and wide to find work to keep their families alive. They needed a miracle and that miracle was rain.....
She was known as Rainmaker and it was told that she had special powers to call the rain. Could this be true or just another form of trickery to swindle them of what little they had left ?
Then it happened.....as they watched from afar in awe, the dark, heavy, water laden clouds began rolling in as she called to the magical stones. Would this be the miracle that would save them all ... ~
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Rainmaker Tundra Stonehenge
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~...Her father's Kingdom was at threat, each day bought the enemy closer but Princess Caliope wouldn't let the enemy deny her living her life as she had always known it, threatening her freedom to wander the grounds of the castle in safety and at will, as she had all her life.
It was due to this willfullness of his daughter that the King had charged James, born a mute and the son of his Overseer, to accompany Caliope on her evening walks, to stay near and protect her. The King had always trusted James who, two years older than his daughter had taken it upon himself to be her unofficial guardian all of their lives. Over the years they had forged a special bond between them as close as if they were blood, that of brother and sister. They had learnt to communicate in a special way with smiles, using their hands, laughter and often tears. Over the years and as they grew up together, they had embraced the beauty of the land, hid from each other in the secret places they had found around castle and often, would take the blame for each other when childhood disasters occured.
But now, as the enemy drew nearer, both had a great fear in their hearts. A fear that told them they could be parted for life, a fear that made them both realise that this bond they had, had grown into a deep unconditional love. The love of a man and a women, a love aching to be set free to embrace its passion, a passion they both felt with the gentle touching of hands brushing against each other innocently, the passion that showed in their eyes when they would look at each other ... a passion that was forbidden because she was a Princess and he the Overseer's son. And now as they stood facing each other, the sun sinking deep red in the sky, the vivid hues mirrored what they felt inside their hearts. They looked at each other not uttering a sound, for no words were needed, their eyes speaking volumes of what their hearts desired....their eyes asking "Dare we ...?" ~
~... she watches silently, a tear rolls slowly down her cheek, her heart raw and as cold as the biting wind on her naked flesh as the angry sounds of nature deafen her. Will it come back......? Only time will tell........~
~...Her attempt at keeping herself and Cassandra together forever had been thwarted by Thomas who, on that fateful day, had knocked the chalice from her hand before she too could drink the poisoned wine. She was not whole anymore, she was empty, cold and alone, left with a grief she could bear no longer. She knew the only way she could stop this pain was to be with her beloved twin and soulmate again. As the steel wheels thundered at breakneck speed toward her, she knew it would be over soon, and as the seconds ticked by Cassandra had come to her, to take them both to that place they would be together for all eternity...~
~...The last warm rays of sunlight bathed all in its path with a magical glow on this perfect eve.....in a place that was known as Sunset Retreat...~
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for his collaboration in allowing me the use of his original non stock photo of the Last Flicker Of Light [link] Thank you very much Normie for trusting me not to stuff up what is already an incredibly beautiful photograph in its natural state and allowing me to use it in this manipulation.
Lady Log cabin porch Falcon
Cat is my Mynkii Yacht is from private stock.
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They had been meeting in secret for six months. She knew that her father wouldn't approve of her feelings for Lord Chauster.
Lord Chauster was an unknown quantity to the community. He would shun invitations from the Lords and Ladies to social events. He was known as a recluse and because of this unknown quantity, people were always gossiping about him. At these social events, the men would retire to partake in port and cigars and would speculate about his wealth, more often than not, alluding to him being a dark rougue, but none had proof. And the women sitting in their pretty ball gowns, would lower their voices when they spoke of him, whispering their opinions with disdain in their voices behind delicately gloved hands, that he was a person of ill repute and that they would never been seen dead with him. But privately, each and every one of those women would entertain daydreams of this dark handsome stranger with long raven hair holding them in his arms and having his way with them. But....none of them had ever spoken to him, nor had they been close enough to even see the mesmerising icy blue eyes that Nichola would lose herself in each and every night as she had for the last six months.
She had met him while walking on the shores of the lake one moonlit night, her thoughts a million miles away, when, she saw from the corner of her eye, leaning against a tree, the unmistakeable sheen of the moonlight on Lord Chauster's hair. She could not move as she stood unashamedly staring at his rugged handsome features, but what had turned her feet to stone that she was unable to move, was the mesmerising icy blue of his eyes, enhanced by the glow of the moon. Then he disappeared. For a long time afterward, she still could not move but when she became aware once again of her surrounds, she lifted her skirts and dashed home. The next night she returned to that place and sure enough, he was there again but this time, he came out from the shadows of the trees and in four strides of his long booted legs, he had been standing in front of her. The rest is history.........but here and now, on the day that she was to be betrothed to a man who was twenty years older than her, the lecherous, unkempt yet very rich Lord Aster, to whom her father had promised her hand in marriage, she was beside herself with fear that this marriage would be taking place in less than three hours.
Last night when she had met with Lord Chauster for what she thought would be the last time, he had promised there would be a marriage today but, it would be to him, with or without her fatherís permission.
Now as she stood in the silent gloominess of her room overlooking his castle on this misty morning, her heart was in turmoil. Lord Chauster was with her father now, would her father allow this union or would she be forced by the honour of her father's word, to marry Lord Aster?
Her thoughts were broken as through the mist, a dove came to rest on the balustrade of her balcony........a snow white dove, delicate in its beauty, so white that the misty morning light cast an aura around it. Her heart skipped a beat. Was this dove her messenger.......Were these the wings of hope.....
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Window to Lake Castle on Lake Veil Brushes White Dove
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