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She ducked the twisting veins that covered the entrance to her once long time dwelling. A tender smile turned upon her face as bare feet felt the occasional crackle and snap of leaves and twigs on the lush carpet of green under her. The delicate brush of her hand pushed aside the dangling ivy and flower laden limbs as she made her way down the stone path to the place she once called home.
The crystal blue gaze searched as the smile continued to play upon her lips. No sign of the castle that once kept her safe could be found. Only a large empty area of new sprouting life. Bending low and fingering the budding leaves as her hand painted over the ground in search of even the smallest trace of her fortress. As the battle raged to pull her from it's safety the years ahead tore it to the ground. The fortress fell but she never dreamed the battle scars he endured made each and every remanet of her fortress disappear. Her heart began to soar even higher than she thought possible. The fire that came to life within the core of her danced their flames against her, beckoning her toward her intended destination. Lifting back to her full stance a light shifting straighten the long white gown down over sensual curves. Long chestnut curls cascade down the bare flesh of her back as the midnight blue streak stood in glowing contrast. Each step still echoed the light sound of the single slave bell upon her ankle.
Coming to a small budding tree she tipped her curious head to see an odd growth within the growing life. A fingertips touch caused a light catch in her breath as she noticed the captured past within the belly. She sat for a while before this little tree and thought of the connection between her and this little life. Detox no longer a visible part of her now but, forever within her. Now a part of this woodling within time it would no longer be visible, the worn out leather collar would be deep within the insides of the large grown tree. To cut it out would damage and maybe even forever harm the tree just as he had made note of with her. A silent tear fell upon the life given buds of this woodling as she stood back up to carry on her predestined path.
As her journey carried her she felt him pulsing in her veins, each drink of air was sweeter than the next as her ample breasts filled with his breath. No longer did her lungs burn and ache to survive. She survived because he had released her from her death and given her a new life. He tore down the fortress that she hid within and tried to keep surrendering too. Now, in the next step of the journey this step was all her battle and step to take. She took this one alone and with willing steps. Each step though she felt the searing pain begin, starting first through her spine. The tiny voices of her own will asking was she sure as the pain increased and the pleasures were not something she could find at the moment. Through the haze of tears and twisted green of her past dreams she found the stone alter he laid her out upon. Her steps became crawls as she pulled herself to the alter. Within the pain she striped herself of the worldly clothing. She surrender to the trust that she had come to learn, a new trust that she had never known.
As day gave way and Darkness of Midnight claimed the night she sobbed in agony with each change that was taking place. Only the eyes of her Creator and those that knew the journey knew what was happening in the darkness over that stone of sacrifice. Her outcries rocked his soul and shattered his heart but he had to hold fast and let her go. A single feather of his falcon came to rest at his feet, then another, before he could see the light of a legacy the light of white showered the ground about them. His falcon began to shed her feathers of old. Did he dare to turn around, would she be there, would anything be left of her, was the pain more than she could bare?
A blanket of shimmering feathers surrounded him as he heard his falcon whisper into his soul.....
The Future.....
compelled to obedience by the invisible chains that bound her to His will.
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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And now for the rest of the story....*grins*
Happy 3rd Anniversary Master!
The past 3 years have been a journey that words can't even begin to express. The first two years we gave insight into our walk with "Released and Given Life" and "Fallen Fortress", Many loved having the look into our honest walk, the ups and downs, the good and the bad. We decided that our walk into the 3rd year was ours to face in private. It was our hardest and almost damning battles. I admit I put you through hell during our 3rd year and the test of wills hit the highest climax this summer. Through it all you never lost faith that the lessons would come through and our belief in each other would pull us to the other side of the hell. Hand in hand, soul within soul, we crossed the fires, felt the searing burns and came out stonger for it. It has been said that what withstands the fire is what is pure and true. I can honestly say I do believe that now without a single doubt, what is left after our third year is pure and true. I did not like the fact at first we were going to keep the 3rd year to ourselves, I know as others have told me they too didn't like not seeing the journey of Midnight and slave k. But in hidesight I understand why we did and am proud to bring back a walk into the 4th year stronger, wiser and better for the fire.
I thank you Master, for the lesson of trust, patience and love. Most of all for the lesson of trust! It wasn't a lesson of trust with the body. It didn't come in a BDSm scene of letting this body go into the hands of a worthwhile Owner. It was the final surrender of mind and soul. Something that is easy to say in words but never easy in task. The body heals and scars fade on flesh, but the wounds of the heart, mind and soul are not so easy to heal. It took a hard walk through this past year to come to the submission of this into Your hands. I thank you for helping me learn this lesson, not only as your slave but as a person.
Master Midnight, because of you I am a better slave, but more than that, I am a better person, friend, mother and so much more. Life is full of joy and every day is a lesson in living. You are more than a Master, You are truly a Teacher in so many ways. So happy anniversary my Master, my Teacher, my Friend, Mentor and so much more.
Here is to the future and beyond, because...some day...some way....*smiles*
Your legacy
{still in the making} *grins*
{kimber} aka slave k
compelled to obedience by the invisible chains that bound her to His will.
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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His Obsession
His craving does not cease
For her touch He seeks
Taking her each time
A Master wanting
An aching passion only she can satisfy
she craves His aroused desire
Heated by her eager sensuality
The fire comes to rage
His hands take her flesh
she yields to His claim
Owning her completely
Always longing for more
He does not hesitate
Binding her for His pleasure
she trusts and obeys
Primal instincts released
Hovering over her
His eyes take in His prey
Unrestrained molten spasms
Abandoning Himself to pleasure
she is His obsession to own
Marking her with His brand
she rejoices
His love burns her skin
Nourished and fed
the slave blossoms
she yields to Him
He is Master
Happy 3 yr Anniversary,{k}.
September 12, 2006
~We all walk in the dark and each of us must learn to turn on his or her own light.~
**Proud the falcon is Mine.**
~ We all walk in the dark and each of us must
learn to turn on his or her own light. ~
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As a writer, I understand how all too frightening it becomes when you lay yourself out as openly as you lay one of your characters out.
As I once said, I truly believe that your talent, in its raw state, is as formidable as my own. I think with more refinement, you could find yourself being my rival. [Grins and winks]
I'll be Keeping an eye on this.
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Edit to remove veiled attempt at a flame. Knock it off Christopher. I've had enough of the crap between you and Knighthawk.This message was edited by Cradz on 9-14-06 @ 10:09 PM
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*smiles softly at the Ttwo...*
I watched, as the empathy raged,
For years aching for the woman I called my friend.
I cried with her.
I cried for her.
Silently fighting her battles with her,
Someone to lean on to the bitter end.
I've set myself up to be her martyr,
I've laid my flesh under the knife for her,
Watching blood shimmer to the surface,
Spilling along with the tears,
Lending her my strength,
To keep her going through the years.
But then I drew my strength back,
A little bit each time.
Casting witchy words of wisdom,
Chanting softly words that rhyme.
And now I have my strength back,
She stands in her glory now.
Apart from everyone else,
Forever strong yet never alone.
For the birdie has taken flight,
And found the strength to soar,
On words set upon the wind by Him,
And I still cry with her,
But they are no longer tears of pain.
And I smile with her,
In awe of all that's come to pass.
And I am proud of Tthem,
For the road is not always easy.
And as always I love Tthem,
Not just for who they are individually,
But for who they are as Oone.
)Searching yet not lost. Whole yet not complete. Content yet still wanting. Loved yet still unknown. Such is the essance of this Lioness.(
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I was thinking on this, mi amigos.
A story is often like a cut gem. Luminous, sparkling and made up of many facets.
What do you say to this proposal? Take a story, or rather the idea of one, and have multiple people write based on that general concept? Each story being a facet of the gem as a whole.
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I have tried many ways to rewrite this into "summary" style form. Something that would do justice to this step in Oour journey but nothing I could write or even come close to speaking comes close to the actual moments spent that day. This day was a time in our journey that surpasses mortal understanding and has left us falling deeper into the darkness that is Oour path together. It is only fitting that the moments themselves are here and no tampering to try and "cliff note" it happen. *smiles*
Unlocked Purity
Midnight~{k}
*DARK eyes barely seen* Get a pillow and place it on top of that table.
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
shifts slightly in movements to retrive a pillow...eyes scanning the room...offering a tender smile of acknowledgment to Aall that have entered as i place the pillow upon the table and return to my place at His feet....
Midnight~{k}:
No no..No kneeling, girl. Bend over the table with arms stretched out. Be sure and push that ass out for My pleasure.
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
bites my bottom lip then quickly releases it remembering....stands slowly...brushing my hands over the loose capri jeans...knowing i better not even attempt to leave them on...unbuttoning them quickly and letting them fall in a pool of denim to the floor before stretching myself over the pillowed table top....arms stretching out...pushing my exposed flesh out for His pleasure....turning and resting my chin on my arm as i try to see what He is up to...
Midnight~{k}:
*KICKS the jeans aside* Pick them up. Fold them. Place them on a chair. Do I have to tell you how to do everything? Hurry and get your ass back in position.
I want to indulge Myself in some painplay with no surprises
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
*blinks and grumbles to myself at having forgot not to leave my clothes in such a state.....quickly moving to where the jeans were kicked...shaking them out...folding them...avoiding eye contact with His now even darker gaze..feeling it in the pit of my stomach....setting them on a nearby empty and unclaimed chair....whispered and hurried steps move me back to the table...returning to the instructed position without hesitiation....whispering almost unheard.....sorry Master....
Midnight~{k}:
Don't be sorry. Be neat. This is not Oour place. *PATS your ass...
PUTS Elvis Bunny on the table right in front of her, mixed in with the Halloween candy dish and munchies.
STEPS behind you...UNZIPS My long bag, grabs one of My canes
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
gasps softly feeling the pat from the warmth of Your hand...nodding slightly and speaking clearly....yes Master...
a quiet groan escaping my throat as that odd looking bunny is placed in front of me...fights the urge to turn and see what is coming out of the bag...knowing the sound of that bag unzipping very well....feeling my heart start to pound within my chest and praying that it is not loud enough to make that dang bunny go off.....
Midnight~{k}:
APPROACHES your side, viewing your bare ass.
STRIKES without warning with the first cane. Confirming that I'm not here to play tippy-tap
Midnight~{k}:
CHUCKLES as the good cane stroke sets the Elvis Bunny to singing before her.
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
turns my head to Your direction...still unsure of what is to come....body tensing as the pain rips across my ass and shutters through my body...escaping through my throat in a shattering yell that becomes muffled into the pillow as the table quacks with my jolted body...hissing into the pillow with the pulsing pain...the motion...sound....vibrations of echoing from my lungs waking that motion activated bunny in mock of my pain.....
Midnight~{k}:
THINKING as to how My target is really her head, rather than her tail.
*Close to your ear*
I am going to push and push and push you into a place you cannot otherwise go without Master.
TAKES from the bag My favorite cane. It's three feet long, and a half-inch thick. Although flexible, it packs a substantial wallop. STRIKES HARD!!
Midnight~{k}:
HEARS Elvis again mocking
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
blinking quickly as the warmth of Your words brushes against my ear and neck...their meaning...their weight...sinking into my core...brow furrowing in wonder...my thoughts racing...knowing the conversation from the other night and how i have been mulling over it every moment of every day since...turns to Your direction as You move to get something else...opens my mouth to ask a question of meaning but nothing but another shattering scream escapes as the new cane cuts across delicate flesh....gasping and hissing through rasping as i try to catch my breath....hearing the stupid elvis bunny once again mocking my situation of pain as the cane steals my breath within its strike....the pain ripping through every fiber of my being as it makes it way to easing....hissing softly back toward Your direction in slight rebellion but does not even think about moving from the table....
Midnight~{k}:
Working through a variety of canes... showing her each one, so that there are no surprises.
With each stroke...taps her to indicate where it will fall.
There are no surprises... except in severity.
her trust building as I take things as a matter of course, knows how this always helps her put her head in the right place to handle it.
Remains entirely focused within the scene.
Checks her to ensure she's okay.
Remember to breathe, k. No tensing up.
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
swallowing....feeling the pain increase with each change of insturment....my heart pounding within my chest...beating against my lungs...fighting for occupancy with my breath...shaking my head no no no with each sight of the new device of pain used to drive me to the place only He knows He is leading me....each strike biting the flesh...leaving it's mark...a new path toward the doors within His Darkness....my whole being shaking with pain and the falling tears...my core shattering from the agony of the canes kiss...my mind spinning as i hear His instruction to breath...and try to relax....only His voice making it through the haze of intense suffering under His hand of creation....
Midnight~{k}:
*THINKING how the scene is purely for Oour enjoyment*
It's pure S/M.
There is no hint of coercion or punishment. We are indulging in painplay for the pure joy of doing so.
WHISPERS again close to her ear...
I love the way you submit to the sensations rather than to Me. you love the cane and how it forces you to feel.
Don't you?
If you want to survive My strikes with each cane you MUST submit to the pain...accept it.
you have no choice...SUBMIT...
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
shivers and hisses softly as my head leans against Yours as You whisper close to my ear...crystal blue eyes hazed with tears and pain...unable to hide my love of His hand leading the cane in it's kiss upon the flesh He owns....nodding involunterally to Your words as my body answers before my mind....a low growl turning into a fighting hiss as i turn my head and snap with exposed teeth at You for speaking and knowing such truth....and exposing it...leaving me vulnerable...but trusting You completely...knowing You know me and know Your own hand over me....
Midnight~{k}:
GRABS a thinner cane...a quarter inch thick, stands to her left...use a forehand strikethrough STRIKES HARD
Quickly without stopping picks up the the thicker cane ..half inch, I do it backhand, standing to her right, because I can generate more strength that way. The STROKE comes as before, quicker than the eye.
Watches her reactions...as Elvis Bunny sings again almost non stop..
Then..two smacks nearly simultaneous..My arms extended in follow through, the cane parallel to My slave..having delivered the two heaviest stroke of the scene.
Sees where she is in her own space... pleased.
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
*knuckles turn white as i hold tight to the edge of the table almost toppling to the side...table and all with the rip of the thinner cane....a vibration of a scream rips through my throat as the pain ignites my flesh....works to catch my breath as the next cane finds it's mark almost instantly behind the last....my eyes turning at the hazed dancing bunny before me but nothing but my rasped breathing and screams echo within my ears....the pain so intense it begins to turn into one big inferno within my body....every muscle now at the point of exhaustion...arms falling limp as the screams no longer register in my mind....sobs rocking my body as i slump spent from the pain coursing through my body over the table...in a last motion of effort the pain slamming me hard against my highest point of tolerance...reaching unable to stand the pain of the damn bunny....knocks it to the floor in a motion of a flopped arm....not even hearing it hit the floor as the tears and pain blind my eyes and mind...seeing nothing but a dark path and hearing only His voice calling and leading...
Midnight~{k}:
TAKES the three foot long, half-inch thick cane
knowing it is time...to deliver.....THE final stroke..
even though it can't be seen..
My cane moves through the air literally faster than the eye can see.
It's a full-force strike, landing flat on her ass... her ass is only partway through the stroke... the cane is still picking up speed...weilding in a circular motion, starting behind My back..
rotating around My body, intersecting her ass after three quarters of a circle of rotation, and continuing to accelerate as it completes the circle...
The three-foot-long cane is suddenly pointed directly at the Elvis Bunny on the FLOOR...and it clearly seems to have passed through My girl...to get there.
whispers...
I know you can take more.
I let my sadistic side loose....six more strokes,k, and then we will be done.
I deliver on the first stroke with such enthusiasm as to leave no question in her mind... these last six would be memorable...
Seeing with My OWN eyes...that you are deep inside your headspace... I count each stroke loudly and firmly, taking plenty of time.
Midnight~{k}:
...the second stroke is worse, and the third worse yet and on .... the fourth stroke leaving the worst bruise...
I call out....FIVE loudly and firmly...giving her a bit more time to recover.
Knowing after three years in My collar she clearly knows....what to expect with the sixth stroke...
Watching you barely hold...waiting for it.
*GIVES you a firm tap - just barely enough to confirm it had happened....
announces.... Six... in that same loud, firm voice.
ENJOYING the psych-out joke played on her...
Trick or Treat,k.
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
*the outcry crackles through the warm air of the chamber as another unexpected blow wakes my slumped body back into position....feeling as if the strike surely must of cut my body in half as through the haze i see through my tilted gaze the cane come around and point at the mocking toy on the floor.....
hearing His whisper....groaning quietly with a sore throat...knowing full well i opened this door He lead me too...sensing His excitment and joy bubble through the strike....hissing through the pain as it tears through my core...my slavery pulsing with life under His knowledge and wisdom His has over and of me....the pain a continued rush of fire meshed into nonstop cuts and screams....repeating over and over to myself as the agony rushes...
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
jumping slightly as i feel the final tap...my mind having braced for the hardest of His strength....then smiling through the pain and tears....knowing He knows me better than anyone...and He knows when and where to lay His hand.....falls spent over the pillow in quakes of sobs as the pain comes into it's full life.....sweat and tears causing chestnut locks to obstruct my vision of the eyes i need to see....whispers softly....to myself once again...knowing...i opened the door He lead me too...and smiling brightly through the unmentionable pain at the gift that He just gave....knowing it was not the pain that was the gift...but what was inside.....
Midnight~{k}:
*PRESSES a loving kiss to your lips*
The Darkness lives and thrives with only you, My slave.
Thank you.
WRAPS you in a warm blanket ..Holding you close
{sweet*intoxication}Midnight~:
offers a spent smile and closes my eyes as i feel Your strength hold me close and the blanket ease around me....letting all else fade but Your words....
Midnight~{k}:
*Holds Mine, rocking her*
It is time to tend to you.
LIFTS you into My arms to carry you home to speak with you.
compelled to obedience by the invisible chains that bound her to His will.
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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Not a Gift
She listened quietly to the conversation swirl around her in the busy room. A discussion among many had broken out and she took a silent part. Her thoughts spoke only to the truth he would surly deny with a masked smile but, she knew the honesty within the words.
A gift; beautiful in presentation. Something the giver took great care and consideration in giving and before giving. A gift that the receiver would most defiantly delight in accepting. A gift brings happiness and enjoyment to the receiver. Submission; a gift? She shook her head as a crooked grin played upon her face. She slid from the window seat and moved a bit closer to the conversation while her own dialogue continued. Leaning back against a vacant chair she settled in to hear the lovely stories of how many gave the beauty of their submission to another. Every story bringing delightful smiles and loving exchanges between two as they shared of their own experiences.
Her head tipped and she moved with fluid grace to kneel into place as her own master of life entered. Still silent in participation they shared the company till breathless whisper of "I’m sorry" lit upon his ear. In much confusion he asked her to explain. In a startled confession she tried to twist her way out of it. She did not mean for her parted lips to allow the escape of her hearts whisper. A soft but confident tug upon her chestnut locks, the silence their company of friends had now fallen in gave her a sense she was not being asked.
As she turned and settled slightly to the side between His legs she began to allow the trapped dialogue that was within her head flow freely. Her heart racing and her fingers tangled upon themselves she pulled forth a marred piece of wood she had been fingering since the start of the discussion.
"A gift" she whispered as she set the ugly broken piece of wood at his feet. With a smile upon her face she reached deep within her pocket and searched for the shiniest penny she could find and laid it too at his feet. "Another gift" she smiles up at him. Going around the room asking each which they thought was the one with most value of course the penny was the winner without a doubt. She hadn't asked her owner and he looked as if he was antsy to answer her budding conversation piece. She took the penny within her fingers and threw it across the room then lifted the ill favored piece of wood up to her master. "My gift to you" she said with the most loving voice as his fingers wrapped about the object she gave. Confusion was abounding as she turned to those gathered.
"Each of you gave beautiful gifts of your submission to the one you thought would best treat it as it should be treasured. You gave with love, with trust and with all that was within you. I did not. I gave something marred and nearly broken. Not something one would consider a gift at all. Nor of any value." She took the piece of wood back from his hand and slowly began to work upon it as she spoke of what her owner has done with what she had given all those years ago. Once in a while she would wince, make a face as the wood seemed to bite into her flesh but never did she cease in her task. After a bit of time she displayed a beautifully polished heart shaped piece of wood. Her fingers and hands also proclaiming the pains she withstood in creating such beauty.
She turned to see his tear-filled eyes and kissed his marked hands. Within the she placed that newly created piece of wood before turning back to the room. With a soft voice and a reborn smile she spoke, "That which many thought had no value to receive; no worth to have can become the most valued treasure to the one that sees beyond the pretty package and presentation."
Master,
On this day, your birthday, I'm reminded it is me that through the years have been the one receiving the gifts. You, your patience, your love, your time, your wisdom and so much more. Happy Birthday my Eternal Breath! Here is too many more years of your vision beyond the "package". *smiles*
compelled to obedience by the invisible chains that bound her to His will.
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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Labyrinth
Her cold touch brushed against the large stone wall, it's face giving no indication where it may lead. For a moment's breath she turned to look behind her. Released into a new life, her crumbled fortress lie in ruins. Turning and looking with closed eyes into her soul, her future. Slowly opening tear filled crystal blue eyes she saw before her, her present. Not what she had expected at this time nearing another years end and a new birth. It is what it is she thought in her head as bare feet took the first of complicated steps to move her forward. What would the walls whisper to her, what would the path bring in the twists and turns of it's life? Each close of her eyes her heart whispered the lessons the soul of the labyrinth would be teaching her. Turning one last time at the past she took in the air about her and felt the sting of the sour taste into her lungs. The air and breath was her own. The years previous were sweet with intoxication and life, her journey ahead would bring her to the life giving essences she once held so dear and to the very breath that is Eternal.
Each touch upon the stone wall, each tear that bathed her cheeks she heard the whispers faint in sound but filling her core. Her tender pink lips move mindlessly to spill into the heavens what it will continue to teach.......
Actions speak louder than words.....
Kind words last for moments, angry words leave scars....
A kind word is but a pebble that starts the ripples...
An angry word is a rock that starts a tidal wave....
To forgive does not mean i have to forget...
but to forget is a gift to the other of forgiveness....
That "i'm sorry" doesn't always make things right again....
That being responsible for my own actions takes courage....
That having courage may mean you stand to lose....
That having courage may cause you to lose....
Listening is just as important as talking.
Good friends will still care and love you when you fail
Patience is the hardest to have but a great gift to receive
Sometimes silence speaks louder than words.
Life isn't always fair, but it's still a gift to be treasured.
That even the blackest heart can shine when touched with a kind word.
That being real sometimes hurts, but the hurt reminds us we are real.
That the dark side sometimes has the brightest lights
Those that honestly love you will always love you even when you hurt them.
We hurt those we love the most and hurt the most when we hurt those we love.
Sometimes acting like a child hurts other's but sometimes hurting like a child reminds us to act like adults.
even when sad a friend can make you laugh.
that good friends seek how you are doing even when they know the answer
laughter is contagious....
that no matter how alone and on the outside i feel....i can still hear the voice of love.
She knew the journey would be the toughest yet and one falter could be her death within the maze of difficulty but, what was waiting on the other side was the most precious of gifts she would fight to her death to make it back to.
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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With each step into the dark forest she ached at the pain that her hands had created that day. She played the events in her mind: the look within his eyes, the sound of his voice, the touch that seemed so frozen. The loving blue eyes that had gazed upon her for the past 4 years were dark and filled with pain. She felt the turmoil within him as the emotions of hate, anger, pain and love all battled to reason with his heart.
Flushed features revealed the glistening stream of tears that fell from her tired eyes. Each tear was selfish but, she could not help the river that flowed. She had caused the most pain she never thought possible to the one that gave her life. The deeper into the forest she fled the harder her sobs racked her body. Finally in an exhausted heap of defeat she fell upon the rubble she had been searching for.
She was back to her fallen fortress. The fortress he battled all those years ago. Her sheild, her home, her warriors of thorns and pain that kept all from her. He had fought to capture the fading life within and conquered what no other ever had. Her betrayal brought her back to the place she never thought she would cast a gaze upon again. She could not believe that each tear, each painful sob from him gave the fallen stone life. Before her eyes her once hidden home began to live once again. As each block moved itself before her eyes she fought to battle it. The fortress tore at her flesh with each impact. This was a fight she was unsure she would win. The very breath within her lungs began to burn as if it was fighting to be released. She felt all that had been given to her in life quickly fading into the abyss of nothingness she had created.
She cried out to the coal black sky, pleading her love for the Midnight hour that kept her alive. It was coming fast but felt like a looming date with fate for the first time in her life. Would its approach be a blanket of death she feared? Would the coming be another awakening that she could not bare to face?
Time ticked away as the Midnight hour faded to another day. With each passing it came again like a thief in the night demanding her very life and all that was hidden within it. Could she survive the battering she had brought upon herself? She had to, she thought, as she gave willingly to the need that only her very breath could sustain. This time all was different, she fought to feed the created hour that was her lifeline. Now she had to do all she could to keep that heartbeat alive within its own desire to become a stolen memory. Would the darkest hour within her life shine with stars ever again? Only time was about to tell.
Lead me into the darkest corners of Your desires and i'll unlock and feed what lives inside...
*Through the fires of His hand, through the tears they both cried, through the love that sealed Eternity....from submissive to slave...she is now born....the birth of a legacy....*
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