Moredhel
Let Me Introduce Myself...
Each of us has within him a dark chamber,
where the real desires flower;
and the horror of it is,
that they never see the light of another�s understanding,
those strange blooms.
It is as lonely as it is dark, that chamber of the heart.
Anne Rampling, 1985
On a Faded Violet
The odour from the flower is gone
Which like the kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
Which glowed of thee and only thee!
A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies on my abandoned breast;
And mocks the heart, which yet is warm
With cold and silent rest.
I weep - my tears revive it not;
I sigh - it breathes no more on me:
Its mute and uncomplaining lot
Is such as mine should be.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818
Waking
Burning Hunger
Rising, Hunting, Feeeding
Going Back To Rest
Alone
Caran Aredhel, 33
Thanks to Rice, Shelley and Aredhel,who sum it up.
Please excuse those pages, which are "under construction".
Working on new ideas is much more fun than finishing the old stuff, so i tend to neglect half realized projects.
The old problem: great ideas - small time. Sorry!
I promise a change for the better!