luna-nightgoddess

Click…click….click, tap… tap… tap. That was the sound on the dark cobbled pavement on a dank and rainy backstreet of Norwich, the simultaneous stepping echoing around the abandoned and otherwise silent street.  Through the gloom of the night if you looked really carefully past the infamously brilliant Belgian monk pub, you would see the retreating figures of two young women in heels cuddled together under a large black parasol. The women where not particularly tall, approximately 5ft 4 and 5ft 6 respectively, if you ignored their 6 and 7 inch platform boot heels of course, with their gleaming silver buckles glinting in

Silence falls upon the marsh, The cold wind blows its bite is harsh. Horses stop and mind the sky, Something is coming, beware the reeds cry. The winter mist rolls in from the sea, Hark it is coming whisper the trees. As the Moon disapears behind clouds of darkness, The grey wolf howls and all fear its harshness. The hunt has begun, the season is nigh, Beware all beware and never do cry.

Dear father, I know this may seem hard to believe but something very strange happened to me the day that I went ‘missing’. I do not know how long it will take from my sudden disappearance for this to make it to you as it is going to be passed down from daughter to daughter starting with a dear friend of mine and her family. I regret, absolutely that we parted on such bad terms that day and the years that I have been living in this world have only deepened that regret for there is so much in my life that you have missed. Enclosed in the trunk are letters and diary entries of my time here as well as some paintings of my new home and

Age is not what people see, It is what we are to be. Old is not a word of doom, It is a passage of what we will be soon. Old is just a word and phrase, But to some it will only be a phase.

Some books are for cooks, Some are for fun, Others are for brothers and sisters as one. Some are very old, But some are really new, And some cant be seperated from me or from you. Some books come in threes, others in fives, But most books help us to live our lives. Some tell us stories, Some tell us facts. But most importantly of all is that it allways stays on track. Some books are for cooks, Some are for fun, And others are just ment to be read one by one.

they say there is a glow, most say this isnt so, they say there is a joy, most say this is just a ploy, they say it will be fun, most say it weighs a ton, they say it will be something, and that so far is true.

Water is life, Fire is death, White spokes of a watery crown, Green pad of the frog and toad, Beauty in its simplicity, That is the waterlily.

The night grows light as fire blazes, Apollo begins his journey now, A goldon chariot that rides on the light, An orb called the sun begins to rise.

Crackling lightning in the sky, Burning fire in the forest, Tidal waves that touch the clouds, Hurricane winds that destroy the land. These powers are all of our Mother Earth, Marval at the power she holds.

A shimmering shining blinding light, A flash across the sky, Shimmering sparks begin to rain, The last remaints of a falling star.