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The girl with the wild red hair. Came to the cliff face stair. And with a wave of her sonic wings. Took me absolutely everywhere. She threw a shape and threw her head back.
A gypsy moving from land to land. Can't cast a spell for I have no magic wand. Can read the past and future too. Some leave here sad and blue. Sometime long ago I read my future in my crystal ball.
#bestofopuss...my final fave one. He lays me down. For my body to ascend. To a higher state of being. Native calls he has sent. He had chosen me. And willingly I chose him too. My Lakota lover.
This be my 500th post - what a journey it's been for me, thanks Opussians.
It came from the water, a white stallion. Born of the surf it moved as nothing I had seen before. And it was beautiful. Its long legs thundering on the sand as it rode towards me.
#colourchallenge. #sepia. I thought the devil was a myth. For evil and pain I can't deal with. But he grabbed me and looked into my eyes. Happy now that he got his prize.
A silhouette in sunrise, A scene from another time, A mighty stag on the hill, Antlers of multiple tine.
#colour And the stag leads me out of the woods, down the hill. And here, at the bottom of the hill, looking up at the wood, we stand, stand still.
That fateful eve on a stormy night. Winds billowing with ferocious howls. Wrapped in garments of dark wool. I found the old sage in shadow's shroud. Under mysterious shade of the baobab tree.
He lays me down. For my body to ascend. To a higher state of being. Native calls he has sent. He had chosen me. And willingly I chose him too. My Lakota lover. His spirit in the wind blew.
Fingers of light materialised Amongst the towering trees They beckoned and pulled at me Until I accepted the invite.
#nightdwellers The nightjar, feathered ink, takes flight - Behaves like shavings of the night. He sings electric, buzzing odes, A darkness engine on cloud roads.
Inspired by the Pre-Raphelite painting Miranda: The Tempest She stood at the sea, the ageless sea waiting, watching. for him of the deep, depths colder than death.
Cold, crystal arms wrap around me and slowly suffocate me within their grasp. Ice pours down my throat and slithers leisurely down my spine, encasing me in white death.
Wings so wide. They are ready to fly. Up above the clouds so high. You are an angel I see. Where heaven is your place to be. Your eyes are so green and pure. I want to look deep in them for sure.
I was walking past a painting of the Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphic alphabet and a goddess in the middle.
A long winding road trod the Jester and Thief, As the Wolf's blind smile from an earthly wreath Explained to them, the mysteries old, Of futures to come and of pasts untold.
Walking thought the woods at night I saw something. Some thing amazing, something beautiful. It was so bright it nearly blinded me but I still went on.
Alex fell to his knees before the shade that he had just seen dispatch three men.
Shall I tell you about my Midnight Blue cloak. It is so very stunning, made from the finest velvet. The hand of the fabric is Sensuous, and to feel it next to your bare skin a pure delight.