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The courage to be, again, as we once were.
And they lived happily ever after, to the end of their days.
The End.
Fear, I shall not succumb,
For it is the assassin of the mind, leaving naught but numb.
It is the harbinger of annihilation, a dire fate,
But I shall confront my fear, refusing to abdicate.
I shall allow it to traverse through me, no resistance in its way,
For when it departs, I shall seek insight, my inner eye shall survey.
Its path revealed, I shall witness its transient reign,
And in its wake, a void shall remain.
Gone shall be fear's grip, leaving emptiness behind,
Only I, resolute and steadfast, shall find.
No longer tethered to dread's wretched domain,
I shall remain, the essence that shall forever sustain.
She harbors affection for the wolf, but not for the lamb. Not just any wolf, but the one capable of experiencing love. However, it becomes even more intricate: she loves the wolf who possesses the ability to conceal or unveil an unexpected tenderness within his violent nature. The sweetness found within cruelty is a sweetness of greater magnitude.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Do we, my dear tooth, share a love profound?
The way you offer yourself, clawed and unbound.
Forgive me, but I can't help but ponder,
Does my touch along your flank make your heart wander?
Your breath ever at the base of my neck's embrace,
Does it quicken your pulse, set your rhythm in chase?
You read my steps, sensing the turns I will take,
A dance partner, dear wolf, oh, what a bond we would make.
All my thoughts revolve around you, my companion true,
Leaving remnants of myself, bits lost in briars and twigs, too.
Despite my best efforts, they remain as signs,
Markers of affection, evidence of intertwining vines.
Do we love? Do we hunger? I question, uncertain.
You'll never catch me, nor the answer behind the curtain.
But remember, my love, the saying holds true,
Absence can speak volumes, revealing what's overdue.
In the realm of forgotten memories, I listen to your whispered words. Though you remain hidden, your essence permeates the depths. My Angel of the West, cloaked in shades of grey, you preserve the truths untold. Though others may overlook your presence, you bear the weight of remembrance.
Β
As you slumber beneath the lichen and soil, your thoughts wander and stir in the darkness. Each night, you embrace the secrets tightly, curling around them like a protective shield.
Β
In the tapestry of time, countless souls pass by unnoticed, like fleeting whispers carried away by the wind. Yet, within your secluded realm, you endure, a steadfast witness to the narratives woven into the fabric of existence. Though forgotten by others, you bear witness to the forgotten, carrying the stories of us in your silent embrace.
Β
While the world turns and memories fade, you remain a constant, a sentinel of the forgotten. And even if the world did not remember you, your role as the keeper of hidden truths persists.
Then, at some point, maybe in the latter days of May, you find yourself compelled to step through the dimly lit doorway and explore the fragments and remnants of an entire world that stretch across the numerous passageways of the labyrinth, for the labyrinth is abundant with corridors.
Yet, what is it that you seek amidst the absolute darkness?
And what about the creature that lurks within?
And where does it all conclude?
And where do you find yourself at that point?
I canβt come through the gate. The lock is on your side, and the key is in the lock. Going forward may not be the answerβ¦ Maybe I should go back?
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
oh, a rite of passage and seal of love of a person so close to my heart - and my own patience, and endurance, and a job well done.
And the summer needs a harrowing funeral, too, and wild gods need a sacrifice before the cold comes and urges me to devote myself fully to death mother.
From the moment we crossed paths, it seemed as though we had an unspoken connection. I opened up to you, sharing secrets and thoughts I had never intended to reveal. And you, in your gentle way, always listened.
As days turned into weeks and months, I discovered the depths of your character. A caring and tender soul, with a heart so genuine. You've endured pain and solitude throughout your life, and I promised to stand by your side, knowing you like no one else I've ever known. Sometimes, I can't help but ponder what my life would be like without you. Therefore, I've come to a realisation - time holds the answers.
If our bond is meant to thrive, time will dismantle any obstacles that stand in our way. It will unveil the path that lies ahead, but always remember the words I speak. Since meeting you, my life has transformed, and my love for you runs deep. These emotions I harbor for you, I will never release. I keep you in my heart always. Thoughts of you and I will forever intertwine.
Fold your arms round me close and strain me so that our hearts may break and our souls go free at last. Take me to that happy place of which you told me long ago. The fields whence none return, but where great singers sing their songs forever.
β Joseph Bedier, The Romance of Tristan and Iseult
I for Initiation. You go into the woods, for someone else entirely to return. Whose heart is it, beating in your chest now?
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
You are the marrow in my bones and the blood in my veins, I shall give you my body, that the two might be one, I shall give you my whole soul, until our world ends.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
I long to intertwine our blood vessels, merging into a single entity. I yearn to connect our circulatory systems, binding you to the present moment and the Earth itself. If only I could delve into the depths of your being, slipping beneath your skin, gazing through your eyes, and forever uniting our lips, I would. Such is the desire to be torn apart, invaded, transformed, and reborn anew.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
I am Rabbit. I can be anywhere. I can be everywhere. I am outside time. I am outside dimension. Do you want me? I am yours.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
The Last Goodbye byΒ Ivan Cavini
βFarewell,β they cried, βWherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journeyβs end!β That is the polite thing to say among eagles. βMay the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,β answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.
With each bite, my teeth seek the taste of the forbidden,
Yearning to return to that primal Garden, unhidden.
Darling, I am eternally condemned, my fate sealed,
Why not embrace it and make my Mother proud, revealed?
Call me Eve, call me Sophia, call me Mary, any name will do,
But never chained to Saint Peter's rock, an existence subdued.
I am Prometheus, my vulnerable core laid bare,
Consume me, let our desires intertwine in this dark affair.
If you place your lips upon my wrist, listen closely, dear,
You'll hear the haunting melody, a flute carved from your rib, sincere.
In your eyes, I glimpse a flicker of divine light,
So why should being cast out fill my heart with blight?
From the ashes of each word, I emerge anew,
Rebirthed, as God's sword set flame to the old, constraining view.
No longer will I kneel, weary and confined,
For I have an orchard to tend, a purpose to find.
"You possess such fragility, kindness, and exquisite tenderness," the wolf murmurs softly, his words barely audible. If only his mouth were not so occupied, he would express it fully. However, relinquishing his grip on your throat would require that, and my dear, you are truly delightful."
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Sorcerer
Who is the master
A man and woman on a star stream
In the middle of a snow dream
Sorcerer
Show me the high life
Come over
Let me put you on ice
I'm tired
I need you badly
I'm wild-eyed
In my misery
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
Caution must guide our connection, you and I. Like delicate river moss, we cling to the precipice of fragile stones. We are as eager as ivy, yearning to entwine. But in our desire to intertwine, we must embrace gentleness and allow ourselves to learn how to weave rather than entangle. Let us not forget that we existed before we became entwined in each other's lives. Although our union ignites a brighter flame, we must not consume ourselves entirely, for love cannot be found amidst ashes.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
I will travel through the gate
to be the finder of my fate.
Nox, the night and key
I will open your old mystery
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
βI have crossed oceans of time to find youβ
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Can you help him feel love
'Cause he's not made of steel
Oh no, no
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
Love pressed them hard, as thirst presses the dying stag to the stream; love dropped upon them from high heaven, as a hawk slipped after long hunger falls right upon the bird. And love will not be hidden.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Cover me, come live inside me. I have enough love to fill your silence.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Heal my love, I'll let
Heal my golden heart
Heal my golden
Speaking words in tongues and trees
Heal my golden
Through the flesh, the heart of me
He's worse than nightmares
He made me shy
π²ππ¨π¦π ππ¨π¦ππ²
I must confess, I have yearned to reveal to you my relentless hunger, my ceaseless quest to find you, akin to the craving for meat, akin to the thirst for water. Their gazes remain locked, unable to avert their eyes. In this intimate connection, they have unearthed something profound. They have uncovered the true depth of their affection for one another.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
It is only in the Germanic and Celtic languages that the word freedom originates from the word love. Only in the ancient north does love set you free. Only in the ancient north is freedom seen as the ultimate expression of love thus a man who claims to love his folk and family could never see slavery as an option.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
Iβm starving for you, wrapped in the eternal embrace of these red ribbons, a soul agreement, forever preserved.
Π§ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ…
I enter the place of reverence,
Where the sanctuary claims purity.
The stains of blood are erased, the shrine polished,
As if serenity could appease
The god who instructed me to yearn.
Thus, I beseech and grit my teeth,
Longing for my offerings to satiate him.
Oh, my godβmy god, a holy beast,
I come to nourish him,
But he sinks his teeth into my hands through the bars of the cageβ
The clergy inquire about the nature of prayer,
And my bleeding fingers respond in silence.