sweeping away the cobwebs....
*The Lady looks around calmly at the dust and shakes her head*
Aye, me. This place has gone to hell.
*The Lady begins to dust off the books, the furniture, and the memories*
This have certainly changed in my life. In the past six months more has happened in my life than usually happens in three years. I miss writing here. I have been very busy. I have also been happier than I can ever remember being in my life.
*runs her hands along the well worn scabbard of her scimitar*
Times change. People change. Everything in life moves at different speeds. Time has come for evolution. Once more the Lady Safire Blade adapts to overcome. The Lady of the Blade is at this moment a VERY happy immortal. She pulls up her chair and dusts off an old book. She smile as she opens it. The time has come to write once more. A new story for a new life. *
"Once I thought I was doomed like Heathcliff to spend eternity in love with a shade. Forever chasing a ghost whose passion held me on th edge of sanity seemed to be the fate to which my unyielding heart had sentenced me. The intensity of my desire could only be understood and matched by a being as violently alive as myself. Only a being whose soul knew the same tempestous emotions could meet my needs. As I was bound to reach backward through time for a love that my pride had lost before I had ever realized that it was love. I wandered the misty moors of faded memories searching for something that was no more substantial than the Ghost of Catherine. Just as I was sure I like the brooding Heatcliff was doomed to live and die alone another reached for me.
From a realm not unlike my own, with eyes that hold me captive and speak volumes with a simple shift in shade. His smile is beautiful as the glory of heaven yet deadly as the wrath of hell. He is a man of absolute control; a demon of passion and fury; and the patron saint of patience and love incarnate. I am his mate. This is final. There can be no other. It was written long before it became so and all the armies of heaven and hell combined can not break these bonds. I know. I tried. The two have become one. So shall it be throughout eternity."
*The is a sound at the door. The Lady does not turn. She lays the pen aside, closes the book, and waits. A presence fills the room. The power that iminates from it is neither good nor evil. It is simply power in it's purest form. A large hand carresses her shoulder. A deep voice speaks "Come. You will return again soon and there will be much to write." The Lady rises smiling and joins him. She pauses at the door. Raises her hand and with a motion the dust, the cobwebs, and all traces of neglect vanish from the room. Smiling she turns and leaves. For now...*
Aye, me. This place has gone to hell.
*The Lady begins to dust off the books, the furniture, and the memories*
This have certainly changed in my life. In the past six months more has happened in my life than usually happens in three years. I miss writing here. I have been very busy. I have also been happier than I can ever remember being in my life.
*runs her hands along the well worn scabbard of her scimitar*
Times change. People change. Everything in life moves at different speeds. Time has come for evolution. Once more the Lady Safire Blade adapts to overcome. The Lady of the Blade is at this moment a VERY happy immortal. She pulls up her chair and dusts off an old book. She smile as she opens it. The time has come to write once more. A new story for a new life. *
"Once I thought I was doomed like Heathcliff to spend eternity in love with a shade. Forever chasing a ghost whose passion held me on th edge of sanity seemed to be the fate to which my unyielding heart had sentenced me. The intensity of my desire could only be understood and matched by a being as violently alive as myself. Only a being whose soul knew the same tempestous emotions could meet my needs. As I was bound to reach backward through time for a love that my pride had lost before I had ever realized that it was love. I wandered the misty moors of faded memories searching for something that was no more substantial than the Ghost of Catherine. Just as I was sure I like the brooding Heatcliff was doomed to live and die alone another reached for me.
From a realm not unlike my own, with eyes that hold me captive and speak volumes with a simple shift in shade. His smile is beautiful as the glory of heaven yet deadly as the wrath of hell. He is a man of absolute control; a demon of passion and fury; and the patron saint of patience and love incarnate. I am his mate. This is final. There can be no other. It was written long before it became so and all the armies of heaven and hell combined can not break these bonds. I know. I tried. The two have become one. So shall it be throughout eternity."
*The is a sound at the door. The Lady does not turn. She lays the pen aside, closes the book, and waits. A presence fills the room. The power that iminates from it is neither good nor evil. It is simply power in it's purest form. A large hand carresses her shoulder. A deep voice speaks "Come. You will return again soon and there will be much to write." The Lady rises smiling and joins him. She pauses at the door. Raises her hand and with a motion the dust, the cobwebs, and all traces of neglect vanish from the room. Smiling she turns and leaves. For now...*