A clouded dream on an earthly night,
Hangs upon the crescent moon,
A voiceless song in an ageless light,
Sings at the coming dawn.
Birds in flight are calling there:
Where the heart moves the stones.
There that my heart is longing for!
All for the love of you... | - Moon-washed vix'n, under waxin' moon, trois-count o'er to newcomin' brute.
Welcome, demon. I am Tess, thy queen. I am queen o' these realms. Challenge myself or m'mate, Midnight Flame for anything and face grave defeat. For we are warriors here. I know naught of your past, but I have battled for everything I have, save my mate and my soon-to-be-born child. Despite my harsh words, I mean not to disturb thee. Good day...or should I say night...
Devilish grin pressed 'pon visage, slow four-count pace taken to meadow towards the only light that hath not come from thy moon. |