LilacFlame

Phoenix

Moon Maiden It calls to me, that moon, golden light pours down from it pooling on the rich green carpet of grass beneath my naked toes, it makes me wonder at the mystery of her pull, on the ocean, the month, the earth, the woman, all of the mystery is inside of me, yet only by the light of the Moon will it spill from inside me, that secret Moon Maiden she has made of me. I ponder and wonder and ask, if I let her loose; will she scare away the men?

IT sounds pretty neat, I played a vamp vampire in a game once, but it wasn't online, and this sounds really really complicated/confusing to me. Maybe you could send me a message detailing it, if you think my playing is worth the time you would spend explaining it, Lol! If not, no offense taken. Sincerely, LilacFlame PS I REALLY LIKE VAMPIRES!

Happy Birthday...I am sorry I missed yours! The funny thing is I was just icing a birthday cake for someone else's birthday tomorrow (yes at 4am, I am on GeldrinHor time, grin) and I wish I could send one to you! It is devil's food cake with cream cheese icing! Anyway, 24 is a special year, (they ALL are) and I hope you get whatever you want most this year! I hope you made a wish this year!! Sincerely, LilacFlame

Muscle ..I WANTED an Evil Grin, but you don't have one!

I took that test, here are my results: Second Level of Hell -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, a nd so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate. Level Who are sent there? Score Purgatory Repenting Believers Moderate Level 1 - Limbo Virtuous Non-Believers Very Low Level 2 Lustful Extreme Level 3 Gluttonous Low Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious Very Low Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy Low Level 6 - The City of Dis Heretics Very Low Level 7 Violent High Level 8- the Malebolge Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers Moderate Level 9 - Cocytus Treacherous Low So Look at me: Lustful and Violent, grin. Well, I am in Archmage... this was fun, I also took the 7 deadly sin one.But that one didn't make as much sense.

I am wondering if I should take out the 4th stanza..the one that is about being old? Thanks for any comments or advice. Sincerely, LilacFlame

Greetings! I think this is beautiful, evocative and movingly romantic. I love the free verse feel of it while you stick to the winter night sky theme. The only thing I might fix (if it were me) is this: And my eyesight must fail in attempting to perceive Of the glorious reprieve granted to me nightly each and every eve. The word "percieve" doesn't really go with "of". They just don't flow with each other well, to me. But that is only one little thing, and my perception. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful gift with us, your poem. Sincerely, LilacFlame

What have I? They just won't stop sliding away no matter how hard I attempt to hold them, Those memory fragments that make up my reality, keep blowing away like leaves in a storm. Last year it began with small things I lost, my keys or that gold ring someone gave me. Now it is the precious faces of those I love, and the names that belong to the faces. My memories were wholy mine, mine alone. They once dignified me as the person inside. Now that they are gone am I still me? Who is this person they all seem to know? I wish I had never gotten old, for without a past each day is new. Yet I cannot greet the dawn with a song and I am too frail to dance. What have I now? The faces come to greet me, so sweetly, and one of them makes me smile, the man with curly dark and silver hair. I know that voice, that million dollar smile, and he says he loves me. Emotion swells from deep inside of my heart, reaching out with hunger to this man of deep blue eyes. With huge effort I push it out of me:"I LOVE YOU TOO" and I know at last that what I stilll have is eternal: Love

promiscuity

An Uncommon Dream ᅟ Arial gazed disconsolantly out her window. Even the sun shining on the green fields below did not aleviate her excessive gloom. What in the world would the 10 yr old daughter of Lord Peliant have to be depressed about you might ask. ᅟ After all her Father was the richest, most venerable Lord in the land, besides being the Queen's main advisor. Nothing of monetary value had ever been denied her; she had 2 whole closets filled with beautiful clothes, she dined upon the choicest viands trice daily, and her chamber alone was larger than most people's homes. ᅟ She had been tutored in languages, accounts, a bit of history and geography, and embroidery of course. She could ride, and she could dance a stately pavane. As the only child of the foremost Lord in Abadonii, she could look forward someday to her choice of bridegroom, not withstanding her own fair appearance. ᅟ She had a cherubic face with the requisite dimples, a retrousse nose, and deep violet eyes capped off by dark raven curls. She was willowy and tall for her age, yet stronger than she appeared, and she was never, ever ill. ᅟ The cause of her dissatisfaction was that she despised most of the doings of the highborn, she didn't ever want to get married and become someone's Lady; she simply wanted to be a Mage. Yet Magic was not only thoroughly deplored in Abadonii, it had been outlawed outright at the time of her birth. It seems that when she was born her Mother had contracted milk-fever, a mage had been called to heal her too late for it to matter. Her Mother died, and her Father simply went to the Queen in a fit of rage and talked her into outlawing them. ᅟ The closest mage to be found was in the next country over: Cleotorii, and was at least 60 leagues from the castle. As it was too far away to make in one day, she must make it impossible for them to track her, yet how was she to manage that? She had too little mageskill as yet to erase her tracks or throw the hounds off of her scent. ᅟ There were a few mage tricks she could do, but how were they useful in helping her to escape? She could create a ball of light and throw it around a bit. It would help her if she was outside in the dark, but not much else. It could also act as a sort of beacon to bring her Father's men to her very spot. She could make things break without touching them when she was very angry, but she didn't think she would be very angry while escaping, more probably she would be a bit afraid. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I said this is a short story work in progress. I started it about 3 am last night. What do you think? are the paragraphs too short? does it seemm an interesting premise? do you think you could come to care about her charachter?Syntax, awkward sentences, Etc. Take your time if you need to in replying....grin. and thanks BTW I have tried every way under creation but cannot make it INDENT, sorry. Sincerely, LilacFlame

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