Artistry, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Breathless, Celestial, creative writing, Faith, Fire, Hope, Light, majesty, Nature, Night, photography, Poem, poetry, Promise, spirituality, splendor, sunrise, Sunset, time, ~Morgan~
Layers of Night
Sky and Shade
Billowing Majesty of Timeless Parade
Mighty Artistry to Breathlessly Render
Layers of Daytide
Entreating to Borrow
Yesterday Singing of Promising Tomorrow
Beautiful Original Photograph by: clara & james on Flickr found on Pinterest
Splendor of Enigmatic Dreams,
Conjuring Magic beyond Realistic Themes,
Dancing Light of Heaven, Bending,
Tranquility to my Spirit, Tending,
Sorcery Spilling from the Singing Sky,
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest of Mt. Rainier via: cleartenphoto.blogspot.com
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She recognized her folly immediately. In striving to protect the child, she had unwittingly sacrificed herself. In the darkness of the hall as he dragged her unfalteringly toward the only room in her home containing a mirror, she recalled the dire and dreadful warnings given to all young fey as they entered youth. A mirror never stood in a sleeping chamber for a mirror could never be left in darkness. Should a Dark One cross over, he would open the portal the mirror provided and summon his legion. Then they would cross in untold numbers visiting such vile acts of upon the young fey as could never be named. They would only return into their own realm when the first light of the sun crossed the horizon, leaving ruination and despair in their wake and, oftentimes, death.
“No!” She shrieked in absolute horror, straining against his grasp, leaning away from him, scratching at his hand, beating her wings with every ounce of strength she possessed, but her resistance seemed more an inconvenience to him than a problem. Tugging her along behind him, he strode purposefully into her boudoir, her private chamber of preparation, and turned toward the mirror. Raising his free hand toward the reflecting glass, he arched his wings as if setting himself against a foe and closed his eyes, beginning an incantation that was not spoken in the Dlalth tongue, but in a language she did not immediately recognize.
Where were all the spells of protection she had learned as a child? How could she have forgotten after repeating them, literally, thousands of times until she was weary of speaking? Her mind spun, her terror choked her, her breath came in ragged gasps, she shook like a willow in a November wind, but she could still hear him speaking in the mysterious language and, in spite of her fear, she could not prevent the shred of curiosity that made her pause and glance up at him. She realized in that brief moment of clarity that his hand around her wrist was not an iron of restriction, clamped around her like a manacle. In fact, astonishingly, he was not hurting her at all.
The mirror creaked like ice shifting on a frozen river, the sound making her tremble more fiercely. He was opening the portal. Desperation inundated her like a spring flood and she pulled against his restraining grasp more vehemently, but he did not even turn his head. Hauling her up against his side, he crossed his arm over her shoulders and pinned her against him, turning the edge of one broad wing toward her furious thrashings to threaten any further resistance with a glinting, ten-inch spine.
Suddenly, her training returned to her and words of protection filled her mind. She gasped them out in haste, but her voice was little more than a choked squeak. Regardless of the weakness in her chanting however, his reaction was instantaneous. Pausing in his invocation, he turned his head to look down at her with obvious irritation, pressed the cruel barb on his wing to the soft skin under her chin and raised his hand from her shoulder to cover her mouth. There was nothing more she could do to protect herself. She had been defeated in her first and only battle. She knew she was utterly lost.
Turning back to the mirror, he began again, the unrecognizable words ringing in her ears like chimes spinning her senses. She was falling under his spell. She was unable to struggle, unable to speak her own protection, unable to do anything other than listen as he opened the portal and wrought her destruction. Yet even in her panic-stricken state, she could not prevent her overly inquisitive mind from lucidly noting that his hand, pressed over her mouth, was not hurting her. He did not bruise her lips under the ferocity of his contact; he did not wrench her head backward with cruel disregard; he did not restrict her breathing. He was simply thwarting her ability to speak.
Why was he being so shockingly careful about not hurting her? Why had he permitted her to protect Roshwyn with Light as well as spell? Why had he pulled the nursery door closed quietly before proceeding to drag her down the hallway toward the mirror? She could not comprehend his entirely incongruous behavior. Moreover, she had always been told The Reviled were cold-blooded, heartless creatures; that the touch of a Dark Fey was icy as death itself, yet, pressed up against him as she was his surprising warmth was undeniable.
The mirror creaked more loudly, drawing her back to the horror of her present situation and, with these calamitous musings confusing her thoughts, she strained to see around his vast pinions and broad shoulders to watch the mirror with morbid curiosity.
Tiny shards like crystalline ice were stretching across the reflective pane, each splinter a minuscule prism that reflected any spark of light in the room, even the ineffectual glimmer of her diminishing aura and his ethereal, dark crimson glow. With each word he spoke, the crystals increased, growing in number, dimension and intensity until they spread across the glass like frost on a winter window. Scraping and creaking like snow scrunching underfoot on the coldest day, the shards in the mirror began to reflect their own luminosity and as he continued to speak the luster of the mirror intensified.
Then the mirror resounded with a deafening crack and she flinched abruptly away, a sharp cry escaping her muffled mouth. Even the Dark One recoiled from the force of the sound and fell silent. Petrified, she squeezed her eyes tightly closed and held her breath. He had opened the portal; his kind would soon rush in and then she would pray for death long before it would come. In her terror, she could not breathe, blackness swirled at the edges of her mind, and her knees grew weak. Almost imperceptibly, she began to collapse, sliding down the length of his strong frame with no measure of power left within her to break her fall.
Without a sound, the Dark One turned his head to look down at her and released her. He did not drop her or throw her to the floor like a worn out plaything; he took her by the shoulder and by the hand and lowered her to the floor at his feet. Her thoughts swirled at this additional peculiarity and, before she lost herself to fear completely and was swallowed up by blackness, she opened her eyes to peer up at him wanly, utterly bewildered.
The room was bathed in Light! The mirror was intact, not lying in a multitude of shattered pieces on the floor as she had expected, and, somehow, it stood aglow with radiant, incandescent Light that sparkled and reflected in its own shimmering! Blinking woozily in the brilliance, she gazed up at him and drew a deep breath.
What had he done?
Abandon, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Breathless, creative writing, Desire, Dreams, Longing, Love, Nature, Night, passion, photography, Poem, poetry, relationships, Romance, Serenity, spirituality, splendor, Tranquility, ~Morgan~
Shade of Night
Whisper of Tranquility
Blazing Passion in Serenity
Secret of Equanimity
Breathless Abandon in Anonymity
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest…original photographer unknown but here given credit
BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Delirium, Dichotomy, Dreams, Escape, Heartbeat, Hope, life, Perspective, photography, Poem, poetry, Promise, relationships, Rythm, Secrets, Sound, spirituality, ~Morgan~
Fill, Thee My Love,
My Ever Wakeful mind with Words,
That my Heart’s Pleasure may Overflow
In Praise of You.
Bring, Thee My Love,
Sweet Succor to my Forlorn state,
That my Love’s Desire may Cherish
Only Ever You.
Tempt, Thee My Love,
With a Single Glance my Breath Steal,
Ever and Always, Enraptured
By the Vision of You.
I confess it. I have been very remiss in paying forward the honours recently paid to me in the form of awards. I could tell you all the reasons why, between work and home, writing and reading, poems, novels, friends, illnesses, holidays, housework, spoiled cats and Ghost Adventures, but the reasons truly don’t come close to being compelling. I have struggled for some while with awards, though I truly appreciate receiving them (who doesn’t, really) and I enjoy sharing the love with my friends, new and old; yet, we all know how they tend to gobble up your evening (the award posts, not the friends!) so I have come to a difficult, if inevitable, conclusion.
This shall be my last awards post. :(
I think most of us come to this point, in some degree, but rather than simply accept and do nothing; and rather than simply ignore what is, in all honesty, a delightful honor, I should be polite and say that, going forward, Booknvolume shall be Award Free. It isn’t just me being pat when I say that Your Friendship and return readership, kind comments and Inspirational insights, not to mention the occasional reblog/retweet, are award enough for me.
But before I close the door, I should like to mention a few honours recently paid, if only to highlight the giver of the award and pay them the honour of sharing their blogs with you.
First and foremost, my Dear Dear Friend Amy (or Amsgirl, as I affectionately call her ) shared with me the Wonderful Team Member Readership Award. Amy’s blog is a daily delight of breathtaking photography and Inspirational/motivational thoughts that I cannot miss. Do take a moment to stop by her blog and enjoy the marvels of nature, love, spirituality, growth, renewal and Friendship you, too, shall find here: http://herladypinkrose.wordpress.com
Michelle at: http://mgrace58.wordpress.com shared the Very Inspiring Blogger award with me. Michelle’s eclectic blog includes Star Trek, Cats, poetry, all things Beach, workout tips and even polka dots…whats not to love about her fun blog! Do stop by for a smile :)
Callum at: http://callummclaughlin.wordpress.com also shared this wonderful award with me, and I can tell you, his own blog is every bit as inspiring and wonderful. Anything and everything from poetry, writing, reading and publishing can be found on his blog, delivered with a fresh and youthful glimmer.
D A Lavoie at: http://dalavoie.net shared a beautiful award as well, The Angel Award. Such a wonderful blessing to receive, I am touched with the gentle grace of this award and the smiles of utter surprise, because, to be entirely honest, I do not know D A well enough to even tell you her first name. So to receive such a beautiful award from her is, quite honestly, astonishing. Yet I do appreciate it, and hope that this will illustrate her lovely and kind nature, which she shares on her blog.
My Lovely Friend Patty over at: http://petitemagique.wordpress.com honoured me with the Community Heart Award. Patty’s blog, as I am sure you are all very well aware, is filled with the very essence of being mindful of the community of blogging and being Full of Heart. Touching, romantic, lyrical, yet deliciously dark poetry graces her magical realm in the blogosphere and you really are cheating yourself, plain and simple, if you don’t stop by.
And Finally, Lena from http://lenanoid.wordpress.com/about has shared the Very Inspiring Blogger award only the other day. Lena and I are still getting to know each other, but I can tell already that she is a beautiful spirit, sharing love and hope in a beautiful fashion on her blog. Do, do, stop over and say hello to her .
Now, the customary thing to do is to share all these awards with people, but I would be here for seven more hours doing so, thus, I shall leave off by saying that I am delightfully thankful for all the love shared to me and hope, with my whole heart, that you will stop by the blogs of these friends, new and old, to enjoy their inspirations. Without them and, indeed, without You, where would BnV Be, yet sadly, from this point on, BnV will be Award Free.
Thank You with all of my Heart and I do hope, passionately, that this does not come off sounding abrasive, self-serving or, in any way, unappreciative.
beautiful original artwork by: moonchild-ljilja
As is my intention with Your Beautiful Life, I should like to share with you an accomplishment of a dear friend of mine and fellow Blogger. This is what Your Beautiful Life is all about :)
My Dear Friend Ihsan, who you may all know from http://iithinks.wordpress.com has had the pleasure of recently publishing a book of poetry. Entitled “Finally Back Home”, this book comes as no surprise to me whatsoever, and I should venture to suspect not to you either, as Ihsan’s blog is filled with the most beautiful, soul-soothing, peaceful, lovely poetry I (and perhaps you) have ever read. Each poem is a Blessing of reassurance and blissful tranquility, while, at the same time, provides gently thought-provoking insights that leave the reader sighing after each verse.
Reading through the spellbinding poems contained within, I found I wanted to hurry, read each one, one right after the other, like gobbling up delicious chocolates with a satisfying “mmmmm”; yet, at the same time, after reading each soul-seeking, lyrical love letter, I also wanted to stop, close my eyes, breathe deep, and allow the imagery and calming verses to penetrate my soul.
“Finally Back Home” is a collection of over 50 of Ihsan’s breathtaking poems and is currently available on Kindle as an ebook and in paperback format. A portion of the proceeds goes to charity, so stopping by to claim a copy for yourself is all around a win-win situation. This treasure trove of Inspiration can be found here: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=ihsan%20jaffer&sprefix=ihsan%2Caps&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Aihsan%20jaffer
Ihsan’s ability to weave words into a lush romance of empowering and soul-tingling lyricism is rare and extraordinary and “Finally Back Home” will fill your heart and spirit.
Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Dreams, Expectation, Faith, Hope, Inspiration, Joy, Morning, Mythology, Nature, photography, Poem, poetry, Promise, Romance, Smiles, Spectacle, spirituality, Zeus, ~Morgan~
Bright Hope and Joy to Greet the Morn,
Standing as Zeus upon Olympus,
Glittering in Vast Spectacle
Of All its Promise and Expectation;
Dreams of Mythical Proportion,
Vigilant pawn of daily oppression,
Wakens in the Shimmering Show
And Smiles to my Heart.
Beautiful Photograph found at: wallpaperswide.com
Beautiful Man, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Breathing, creative writing, Desire, Longing, Love, passion, Patience, Poem, poetry, relationships, Romance, Soul Mates, Transcending, Waiting, Yearning, ~Morgan~
Man of Beauty,
Silence stands between us,
Perilously close, yet excruciatingly Far,
You are the Bright Morning Star
To my dark night,
Making everything Right.
Man of Strength,
Embodiment of my Desire
Touching my soul, Yet so far, so far,
Nowhere else but where You are;
Where I long to be,
With You, With Me.
Man of Passion,
Yearning lives in my every Breath,
Patience taking every Measure of Will,
Loneliness the bitterest pill,
Beautiful Photograph by: novaheroi at Deviantart.com
Pirouetting in my Mind,
A subtle, Transient, dizzying rhyme;
Countless stars that dance in the night,
Each one blazing, an Exquisite Sight.
Tumbling past my Languid gaze
Into the distant billowing Haze,
A Fiery sojourner, rending the sky,
Tempting the onlooker to question Why.
Seeking the Temple of the Dream,
Our Endless, Recurring, Speculative theme;
While Promise sits on yonder Morn,
Waiting for Humanity to be Born.
Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, compassion, creative writing, Essence, Faith, God, Harmony, Heaven, Hope, Inspiration, life, Nature, Pardon, photography, Poem, poetry, spirituality, Strife, Unconditional Love, Wonder, ~Morgan~
Essence Pouring in torrential form,
Unconditional Love as a Generous Storm,
Ever Cascading from the Source of all Life,
Sweeping away All Strife;
Fount of Wonder Beyond compare,
Heaven Falling while I Kneel Speechless and Stare.
Beautiful Photograph found on Pinterest: Original Artist sadly unknown