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On 16:23:26 Feb 16 2006 Narakyndryn wrote:



Stagnant breath of man

Assimilation of flesh

Lovely to behold



Crypt all dressed in white

Without sight nor sound we move

Captivated, Them



Lustful eve hour

Demanding every power

Amazing, They say



With that, curtain falls

We then unmask our darkness

Fall into the dusk



The knife to the throat

How can one man go forward

And the others back



Rip here, a tear there

Woe to Thee who is taken

Forceful with passion



Obsessions to the floor, then

All is lost from sight

Sheltered in the night

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On Feb 17 2005 glasswhispers wrote:



a write that is a reflection||noitcelfer of your stunning beauty. captivating, and contained many dark corners that one could just drown in .

there is so much more to your work than simply lines of text. the re-read value is endless...and like a classic painting, you can examine, disect and deduce so many different emotions.



You have gifted hands.

And you have my utmost respect.

I love to.

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Lace-high boot and netted calf,

Given way to white chocolate legs and velvet horns,

Slunk up to feathered hip and thigh-- on the fence of voluptuous but slendering ever still with gentle care,



Stashed away with ink-slung mound under glass--

Nay glass, but well kept skirt of bootcut jean,

Mimic in solitude the letter 'tween 3 and 4,

Witch's asp suckle and so gingerly a freckled neck turns to incline,



Seek refuge fo the eyes here and now,

Curiouser and curiouser down Alice's slit-- no lapine hole; smoothe and tender,

Be not afraid of my nervousness,

Seek me in the groves.

Nocturnal are the lovelies who pass through night and live in shadow,

There is no evil for those that seek love in the night,



Everchanging light and those that live within it,

They too find shadow when given the chance,



The fluidity of time itself gives way to one's Magick,

Casting light or dark with one's heart's desire,



Illwill come back to me-- Rule of Three,

Better left alone or in the style of Ghandi,



Study, know, dare to keep silent,

Fickle fascinations are not for dabblers in time.