A Dark Romance

Ghosting through the dark indigo of the night sky, gliding amongst a gossamer veil of stars, I am the shadowed hunter. Slowly with greatest of care I stalk the essence of you, following the faint scent of your dreams as you slumber in the velvet embrace of the night. Scudding clouds allow moonlight to illuminate the darkness like liquid silver fire, and it beckons as it leads me to you. With infinite patience I slip into your thoughts and with a silken touch I embrace the essence of you. Gathering you gently in your dreams I caress your body, exploring you and stroking your passions.
Bending over you, I sense the warmth of you, the slow rhythm of your pulse and the longing in your heart. Delicately I slake my thirst with a sip of your innermost desires and sate my hunger with a taste of your most wanton lusts. You cannot escape me for I am but a dark wraith, always in your dreams, and never farther than the night.

A heart of rust


The stars, the moon, the sun are

gone,  They've all been burned

to dust.  No night, no dawn, no

day, all gone,  Just twilight in

a field of rust.

Off in the distance a faint

heartbeat, I tried to find the

sound.  But it faded away and

made itself lost, Never

to be found.

Perhaps with a star I could find

my way back,  And rekindle all

the things that I lack.  But

this damn heart starts beating,

Then fading away.  I fear

this cursed twilight is where I

will stay, With my lonely heart of rust.
 

Into the Darkness

Waiting for darkness,
 we feed on the night.
We rise at sunset,
 and walk in twilight.
Our pack arises,
 and takes to the streets.
Unleashing mayhem,
 and rythem and heat.
Burn up the city,
 from dusk till dawn.
Party and pillage,
 and then we are gone.
All steel and leather,
 dark shadows of coal.
We live to party,
 and we'll steal your soul.
Back into darkness,
 fading from sight.
Mayhem and rythem,
 we own the night.

She did not understand. He knew that as he walked away. What he had said had shocked her, horrified her and left her feeling unsettled. As she left with her 'friend' he growled softly. He spoke quietly into the night, I know you do not understand little one. What I said was not for you, but rather a warning for him. I would not use you as he would, and as of yet you do not believe me. I would not embarrass you, nor speak to demean you. You have warranted no punishment and shall receive none from me Ducking quickly into the waiting car he started for home.

Days later a fire had been built, the sanded circle around it had been freshly raked, an altar erected and four large candles set on the circle. The circle was drawn, the candles lit, guardians called to stand and protect. A drum sounded a shuffling beat and one in fur and feathers, claws and bells danced. Round the fire he danced pausing from time to time to add sacred wood, Hemlock and Yew, Ash and Birch. Pungent herbs were added to the fire also, Sage and Wort, Sweet grass and Basil. As the smoke curled up from the fire pit he added incense and danced Sweat glistened with his efforts, stones and twigs cut his feet and legs and he bled in the dirt as he slowed and tired. Still he danced, round and round to the beat of the sacred drum. As he danced he began to chant, something in an ancient language, raw and invoking power. He danced till the pale of the sun chased the moon from the sky.

With the last of his strength he released his guardians, he erased his circle and sank to the ground. Later that morning the others came, the watchers, they brought warm tea for his sore throat, they brought bandages for his legs and a blanket to keep him warm. As he watched they brought out a large chest. They packed away the altar, the drum, the furs and feathers, his claws and the remains of the candles. Gently they helped him up the hill to his home and tucked him into his bed. A large Wolf laid at his feet and watched over him as he slept, a Raven sat outside his window as sentinel for intruders. The figure on the bed lay quietly and breathed a sad sigh. She does not understand....

Why do so many have such a narrow outlook on the world?  The harvest moon has just passed, and how many were out in the sultry night basking in it's splendor?  It's raining but the water is warm and falling gently so why run for shelter?  There is more to life than concrete and air conditioning, fast food and the internet.  Find someone and hold hands in the moonlight, bask in the warm rays of the sun, dance naked in the rain, sit under a tree and feel the bark on your back.

Life is for living, not just enduring.  Life is for learning, not just passing through.  Life is for loving, not being selfish.

Wake up people, life is short and it is slipping away......

Why are certain details so hard for some to grasp?  Yes I am over 50, yes I am VERY active in the lifestyle.  Yes I am looking for a bi female domestic to add to my leather family.  No I don't sleep with everyone in the family, No I do not loan out family members for casual sex ( I'm a dom, not a pimp, learn the difference).  And if you put your hands on one of my girls without asking, I may just break your fingers....