Tears of pain flood my soul, the moon embraces the crimson flow grasping my heart. Tighter tighter. She moans she screams. World of dazes spin in and out carousel of desires... She drowns in her own womb of life not meant to be...
Magick is the dance of thoughts and desires best expressed through actions and words. Here is my magick.
Sweet Muses breathe life into my dreams, my desires. My every thought, my last fantasy and lost memories come alive by my sweet sweet muses whim.
§ Dawn Enter§ § Storm's Dream Enter§
Back
I thank the people
who I borrowed these graphics from.
Thier beautiful art
I thought gave life to my writing here.
It is in no way connected to my work.
Please visit there sites.
Thank you!!
If I did not give credit to your artwork
please please e-mail me
and let me know! E-mail me!
§Credits & Copyright§
©all Writings by Me (Raven),