cryptomancer

A hooded figure rises up from the shadowed alcove in the far corner of the room, walking slowly through the room, he approaches mynx, admiring the beautiful feline woman, and smiling as he stops, removes his hood, and looks at her. "hello Mynx, how is my favourite feline beauty?" Bowing slightly, cryptomancer askes, "may i join you for a coffee?"

Hidden Darkness Touch the bladed, crescent moon That hangs above my heart. Call to the stars To do more than stare At it tearing my dreams apart. Look to the sky, and mist and rain The kiss of dew's caress. The shivers of cold That ease my pain With the touch of nature's breath. Hide in the fog of morning light Grasp at the shifted veil. Hold to its shield As it loses its fight And to the burning of dawn, yields.

Drifter Swim the watery oceans of midnight sky, Let the longing quest begin, For the brightening starlight in your eyes Drive you beyond your dreams. Stand on the clouds of mortal thoughts, Drift through love's timeless void. Empty of all except the call, Of the voices of those you adore. Lean on the arching, shimering line, Of a rainbows invervse twin. A double arc of shattered light Thrown by the crystal rain. Kiss the night air, breath the life, That shadows our every move. Live the dreams of mortal thoughts And ourselves to the angels proove.

Path of thoughts Let me write! For in writing I live my dreams. I find in the words of scribbled thoughts The solitude to explore all that I find So compelling in my world. I seek the paths of life That trail beyond my state. Tread them as I look Into the possible meanings And woven intricacies That created who I am.

It Begins Step out upon the morning air Even as my breath hangs, suspended Creating for me, steps that I may travel to the clouds upon, And in the soft breeze of dawn’s kiss, depart to see The birth of a new day in the fires of sunrise. The burning of clouds to the clear sky, The singing of the world, as the day allows light to embrace her Holding her in arms of soft wind, caressing her cheeks With the whispers of cloud, and staring into the eyes Blue grey, cloud and sky, love complete, My day has begun anew.

Cryptomancer slips quietly into the room, dodging from shadow to shadow untill he finds the sanctuary of a corner table. Sitting down he looks at the small notepad in his hand, checks the date a few times, and noting that regardless of his workweek it is in fact friday, and wonderfully dated too. Suddenly he stands up, in a swift motion jumps changing to his more commonly seen avian self, and flying curcuits of the room in dips and dives, scatterng the occupants, starts wishing everyone the best wishes of such a fine day.... HAPPY BLACK FRIDAY Finally swooping toward his starting point, gracefully transforming into human form once more as he lands, he sits and producing his notebook and silver wand, begins to write.

have you ever shared a coffee in a car, parked by a remote beach at night, listening to the rain?

Regret.. However, I could never suggest that I am wise, nor can I deny that I have many regrets. Any that I would change, If I could? Yes, I would love to change many, but not all. But I would not. For if I did, I would lose all I have now, and for better or worse, all I have now I would never, ever, ever give up. What ever the cost, some things should remain as they are. Regret is a twin edged blade, in looking at the past sometimes even some very good things that have happened become regrets in the light of the present.

*looks in mirror, at a freshly shaved and moisturised head* Hey.... I am always SHINY. *grins*

have you ever seen the sun on a rainy day? turned around and seen the rainbow? and realised that meant the rain was someplace in between? as the rain hit you? then as you run for cover, giving up, because you were; a) too wet already and/or there was no cover around? did you then just stand in the rain looking at the rainbow until it disappeared?

Turning to Mynx, Cryptomancer grins, "venti six shot white mocha..... Love one" turning back to the auction at hand... and florishing the wand again, the bid goes in 90 geld Smiling as Mynx produces the coffee, he takes it leans back and enjoys a long sip of the beautiful taste and aroma..... "mmm good coffee, thanks"

With a wave of his hand Cryptomancer bid again, grinning at Mynx as he voiced a figure for all to hear. 50geld, Still smiling he looked around at the other bidders.

A hooded figure entres the conservatory, striding to the auctioneer that has the pendant of canla displayed for all to see. as the auctioneer started his rolling call for bids, the figure in a flourish removed his cape. seating himself in the front, eager to aquire the pendant he has sought for for so long. With a small lift of his silver wand, the Cryptomancer makes his first bid, 15geld, The auctioneer continues his rambling monotone, 15geld - do - I - have - 20 - 20 geld - anyone - for - twenty..... Cryptomancer lets his gaze wonder around the room, looking for any that may attempt to outbid him.

*A raven lands a table* *Starts dancing* *Starts singing* *Ok, OK, OK, ..... Starts 'ATTEMPTING' to sing* " I got a real friday, I got a real friday, Hey, I got a real friday....... * *skips around the top of the table*

I belive in the words of a song, that say this best for me. the sentiment is the same as the one that has already been given.

Would I not know the soft caress of your Sweet lips upon my brow or your embrace Around my form, in the dreamless decay Of all, that in my life I see. Can I Never find you, in the cold despair that Life gave my world? Is the warm heart’s soft beat Too full, to love me still? Am I too lost Without her kiss? Is the despair a dream? Is life a charmed device that holds my soul? How can I stay? How can I leave? But in My love I heal again. Forming the soft Sweet words of love and in her heart begin Again, to live and breath, alive and free, To fly my dream and love, her heart freely.

Have you ever kissed the night air, knowing the one you love can feel it? Have you ever watched the sun set, and just sat, waiting for the sunrise? Have you ever seen the southern lights, dance across the sky? Have you ever thought, "You are all I need" while looking into the eyes of the one you love? Have you ever seen a lion's paw land on the fence as someone pulled you away from where you were leaning against it? Have you ever stroked a cheetah? Have your thoughts ever chased you for days, only to leave you on the edge of maddness? Has a kiss ever pulled you back from the edge of insanity? Has a dream ever seemed too real? In all of your world, is there a beauty so astounding that you cannot think of anything else? Is the star you see, the same one she is looking at? Have you ever taken a shot of absinthe? Did you know that the dreams never fade, just your perceptions of them change? Did you know you would love her forever, from the moment you meet her? Has the wind ever told you to fly? Have you ever asked it to teach you? Did you ever just try? Have you ever counted the bruises left by hail on your body? Is there a beach where only one thing matters? Have you ever touched someone with the gentle caress of your spoken dreams? Did you ever feel the cut of love's blade? Did you ever let love cut you, because you could not let it go? Have you ever held a 3pound 3 ounce baby boy, and just lost yourself in his blue eyes? Have you ever stood on a motorway overpass, looked at the traffic below you, and known the right way was to go back? Have you ever stood in the rain, just to feel it hit your skin? Have you ever eaten a chocotate bar, just because it was one you had never seen before? Has your love ever kissed you so deeply, that you have forgotten to breath?

Well done all. Also, thanks for the critique, it is great to get feedback of my writting, and I am honoured that you considered it worthy of a placing. Congrats to all. *bows to each contestant* Beautiful works each of you. *grins*

At the edge of the bar, a tall slender man stands, his back to the comotion, raising his head slightly to sip his drink, he turns as he does so, his brown eyes gleaming from under his hood. Dressed in black with a dark blue/black cloak, he notes the actions of the combatants, smiles to himself, and returns to his drinking, shifting his stance and weight to free the ebony katana at his side from the folds of his cloak.

Calm, cool, controlled, but Really quite a flirt. You can see in his words, his is a Pure romantic heart. Covered by a Tough Façade. Skilled fighter, skilled talker, Or was that just the ego, you decide. More than he lets on, enjoys the depth he has, And tries to see it in others. Not known for shyness, bold and very Confident, but in his approach cautious, Experimenting with the reactions, before Revealing his true form. Most wonderful beauty, feline form You’re the truest friend I ever found. Naturally gifted, talented, and graceful. ‘Xtraordinarily compassionate cat. Gifted fighter, great friend, Rather flamboyant flyer You can tell in his landings Power and poise, Hindered only by lack applause. Open to fun Not easily outdone.

Stand in the falling prism, the cascading crystal That shatters upon the earth, and scatter the light in their path. See the glory of light split to the contoured arc Framing the world in the revelation of beauty That we see only as the reflections off This grey world.

Dreams unrealized, and wishes un-granted, dance upon my soul, Leaving under their footfalls the broken shards of a crystal heart. Long has it been since a heart of gemlike beauty lay within my being. The last was shattered by the pounding of lies and deceit, Amidst whose, my own struck the hardest upon its fragile form. So in my sorrow and shame, I replaced its beauty with stone, Forging upon its sculptured face the images of memory, Carving in the coldness of its nature, the dark shadows In which I hide still, shamed by myself, fearful, and hurt. Love shone her light on me still, dimming the depths of shadows in which I hid Brightening the beauty of love known, with the true, pure, warming glow Of new love found. Building upon my life the foundations of its strength. Using the rock of my heart to strengthen its hold, and perfect The all welcoming fortress of its walls. I once saw a vision, of a crystal heart, centered with the red of love. In the dreams of blest knowledge, myself I saw, drink of the red, Drink again of love so pure and true, that it my very being filled, And in the purity of its richness, coloured all that I am, and Once more igniting the fires that wrought my heart of old. So now I hold love above all, for I have found sanctuary In the embracing arms of love that found my heart of stone, In the center of my being, mounted upon my soul, I watched as love’s fires burned away the scarred façade Of stone, and the true gem again reveal. For where are gems of great purity found? But in the cold embrace of rock and stone. And where is love to be found? But in the heart of one that by true love is known.

It is a haunting image you show it so few lines. The image of the first line is a strong one, experence has shown me similar images, just different colours, and holding onto dreams can bind as firmly as the eyes that once held so much promise. I was reminded of a song by Billy idol, called "eyes without a face" the deep emotion and uncertainty, knowing the look of love in the eyes of someone, not knowing if it is still there, not seeing it, but being bound to looking for it still. Beautiful words, Thank you.

*grins* I live in a city with both a west and an east coast, and apart from a few scattered tropical islands, and the wilderness south of the bombay hills, (the southern extreme of the city,) we get the sun first on the new day. So ... Right coasters and wrong coasters are still in the same day most of the time, I have enjoyed saturday dinner, and await sunday morning, to start work, on what is normally my friday, but as we have heard, is thursday this week because I do not have monday off, meaning that today is wednesday, and I should not be posting for another 48 hours.

*grins* Thanks, Now to work out the whole time zone thing.