All That Is

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All that is Beautiful rushes in synchronicity to You;
All that is Wondrous, encircles You as Divinity;
All that is Marvelous Kneels before You in Awe;
All that is Splendid Reveals Your Grace and Glory.
All that is Precious Whispers of Your Tenderness.
All that is Mighty Speaks of Your Triumph.
All that is Divine Shouts of Your Presence.
All That Is
Is You.

Magnify my Love, That I should Ever Seek You;
Touch my Heart with Blessing I may Share;
Spill over from my Heart with Words Unending,
That All my Love should Ever Praise You.

~Morgan
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Love Lives – NaPoWriMo

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Love Lives

Love Lives

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Hope Rejoices

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Light Reigns

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Joy Celebrates

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Faith Inspires

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Belief Exalts

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Acceptance Restores

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Divinity Heals

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Love Lives

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~Morgan~

Easter Tradition

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Each Easter my Mother makes Dutch Cakes for Easter, a labour of Love that takes the entire day. Sweet bread made with potatoes for moistness, hand made, raised twice, formed into cakes and then covered with sugary, buttery crumbs and baked until golden brown and utterly delicious.

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Raising Bread
Yeasty Dough
With Buttery, Sugared Crumbs
for Show.
Slice it, Serve It
With Dark Karo and Butter,
One Slice
Not Enough,
Give me Another!
Easter Treat,
Family Secret,
Now if You’ll Excuse me
I’m going to Eat it!

~Morgan~

The Birth of Spring

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Herald of Spring

The Silver Light of Winter
Has Spread her Arms and Laid Her head
Upon the mantle of the Frozen earth
To Kiss the Birth of Spring Instead.

The Pearlescent Light of April
Sweetly Smiles over Waking fields,
Verdant greens within Her Hand,
As Flowing colours of Renewal She Wields.

The Balmy Glow of Springtime
Tenderly Laughs in Jocund Glee,
Embracing all of Life within
Her Ornate, Fragrant Tapestry.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Bente Schlick

Subtle

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Subtle

Colours of Silk,
Soft Hues’ Shifting Sand,
Silence Lifting
Like the Most Gentle Hand.
Moonlight Singing
Of Distant Dreams;
Lavender Mantle,
Melancholy Themes.
Mist of Whispers,
Reflection of Light,
Subtle, Silvery,
Lullaby Night.

~Morgan~
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Fear Not – NaPoWriMo

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Fear Not

Fear Not the broken nighttide hours
When darkness in Velveteen Hues,
Shifts and Spills upon the floor
Like Dreams of Silk, to entice and confuse.

Fear Not the untold, masked horrors
That grapple at your Precious mind,
For Love Envelopes you in repose
And Whispers Reassurances in Kind.

Fear Not the images, shapeless and vile,
That lie in wait for you to Sleep,
For Angels Stand in the Candlelight,
Unbroken Vigilance Over You they Keep.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Thomas Blackshear II

Friday Fantasy – Beyond Morning

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Beyond Mornin

Turn me not from Sparkling Twilight,
Either to the left or to the right,
But point me Straight on to Morning,
With Pixie Dust generously Adorning,
Where Imagination Shall be my Guide,
And Laughter books passage for the ride.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: funkwood at Deviantart.com

Friday Fantasy – Intangible and Precarious

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Intangible and Precarious

Intangible as the Depths of Time

And

Precarious as the Highest Peak

Love

Whispers of Longed for Rhyme

And

Bliss of which we do not Speak.

In

Mystery that Draws Each Heart

With

Inescapable Allure

Though

We Know it May break us Apart

Love

Is Also the Only Cure.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Ironshod at Deviantart.com

Friday Fantasy – Dark Fey Preview 3

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FINAL

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 myriad shattered pieces on the floor as she had expected, and it was somehow aglow with radiant, incandescent light! She blinked woozily in the brilliance and drew a shallow breath.

What had he done? ……

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: MichelleMarie at : http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com And Morgan!

Friday Fantasy- Lilting Incantation

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What Dreams May Come

Lilting Incantation
Of the Spirit Soaring
Rainbow Showers
Downwardly Pouring
Gardens of Whimsy
Built by Design
Never Questioning
Innocent Rhyme
Colours Colliding
Like Prismatic Rain
In Tumbling Song
Joyfully
Again and Again
Gossamer World
Of Intangible Dreams
Playing in my Mind
Of Possibilities Unseen.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Jim Warren

Friday Fantasy – Dark Fey Preview 2

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The forests of Jyndari were vast and Hwyndarin was set nearly in the heart of the ancient woodland: with good reason. On the coast, storms and high winds could sweep in from the oceans or roll off the heights of the Trynnari Mountains and threaten both the stability of essential light and the equally indispensable treasures of learning collected through the ages, but deep in the center of the primordial forest storms were seldom a threat or even a consideration. Hwyndarin had been chosen millennia ago as the seat of all learning and artistry for this especial reason, for here the precious tomes from thousands of years of wisdom could be housed safely and here the artisan’s treasures could be protected. Yet infrequently, a significantly powerful tempest would press back the borders of the forest and shatter the tranquility of that peaceful village.

The late November day had been extraordinarily fair, but the night brought with it gales and pouring rain of unparalleled fury that tore at the canopy above Hwyndarin like a giant running its hand over a field of wheat. Boughs and branches crashed down on the village rooftops, rain pelted down like daggers in blinding torrents, and blazing bolts of jagged lightening and the resounding clangor of thunder tore the sky repeatedly asunder.

Ayla was guarding the infant of a family called away in grief over the loss of a loved one and had been enjoying a peaceful evening in the quiet solitude of her home with the child. Now, as a bellow of thunder shook her small cottage and the hammering of rain pounded over their heads she held the child close in her arms. She hushed his wailing with a soft, melodic tune, but a furious gust of air blasted open the shuttered windows and shredded her voice. Instantly, her glowing home was pitched into darkness as the gale extinguished every lantern and the child’s shriek of fear mimicked her own.

Her thoughts spun in a panic. A mirror stood in darkness in her boudoir, the child’s cribroom lay in shadows, and the corridor along which she had to travel to reach either held no window, only darkness that could conceal The Reviled, but she knew she had to light at least a single candle and she had to brighten the mirror immediately. Each second it stood in blackness was an opportunity for crossing. Racing to the nearest cabinet, she fumbled with the beeswax taper she found there and whispered one of many, simple spells she used frequently in her daily life.

“Luxay,” she said in a commanding tone and the wick popped into flame. The room flickered between shadow and light, yet, it was only a single candle. Should she light more or should she race to the mirror? A mirror left in darkness cries out to be crossed. The recitation she had repeated for years in her youth now played over and over in her mind, but she could not risk entering a room with a darkened mirror while holding a baby in her arms, ripe for the taking. She was a Guardian; her first duty was to protect the innocent.

Clutching her candle, she drew a deep breath, kissed the tot’s head reassuringly and darted along the hall toward his cribroom. A small lantern stood upon his night table, she only need reach it and light it in order to keep him safe. She stopped at the darkened doorway and peered inside, her sight piercing the ebon shades and her own glimmering aura lending illumination. Stepping into the dark interior, she reached immediately for the lantern, yet even as she touched its cool, brass sheath a shadow contracted in the far corner of the room and she froze in instinctive terror.

The shadow grew darker, denser, then spread outward into the dimness of the room not brightened by Ayla’s small candle. Joshwyn in her arms squealed and began to cry louder and she cradled him more tightly, protecting him with her diaphanous wings as her mind spun in alarm.

Light the lantern! Speak the words of protection! Flee! ….

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: MichelleMarie at : http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com And Morgan!

Friday Fantasy – Dark Fey: The Reviled – Preview 1

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Not a day had gone by during her childhood years when she had not been told the tales of the Dark Ones, which were meant to frighten her into absolute vigilance; to always be wary of the darkness where the Dark Ones could lie in wait. She learned how they came in the hours of the night to steal away the innocent or to ruin the pure. Takers of the Innocent, Child Wraiths, Corruptors of the Beloved, The Reviled; the Dark Ones had many names and she knew them all. For she was different, set apart from other Fey by her innate abilities, given, it was said, by the Wisest of the Wise. She would be a light for her people, a Guardian of Cherubs. Her course was set from her earliest years.

It had not taken long for her parents and attendants to determine that she had remarkable talents, unlike those of other Fey children. She could distinguish truth from lies as a falcon sees its prey in the long grasses. She could look into the eyes and see the soul, discerning beyond all the complications of guise. And empathy ran so deep within her that she could, under circumstances of extreme duress, take on the pain of another and ease their suffering. This gift first drew attention to her, this gift first set her apart, then it isolated her from the others.

Even from her nursery years, the tears or hurts of any of her playmates would draw her to them like a moth to flame. She would sit quietly by and their crying would subside or she would hold their hand and their hurts would diminish. These first indications of her extraordinary capabilities brought her under the scrutiny of many, but ultimately led her toward the Temples……

She learned how to battle evil with the words of the ancients using intonations in her own language as well as in Dlalth, the language of The Reviled. She practiced her growing skills in daily sessions that would leave her both mentally and physically exhausted, but her ability with incantations could not be left to chance; they were a matter of life or death. She honed her talents of healing through empathy by visiting the sick and the aged and discovered that the use of this gift would drain her own energy by an equal proportion to that which she intended to ease or cure. As a result, she also learned how to protect herself from her own empathic inclinations, how to use this particular gift with deliberate caution and she delved into the forbidden world of Seeing…..

As a youth, images of Dark Fey, those who were eternally lost by the consequences of their own foul deeds, haunted her dreams. She slept little during these frightening times and read often. She read the ancient texts about the Fallen who could not love, could not create joy or light or bring peace and harmony, could not admire beauty or talent without avarice, could not feel compassion for another and could not bring life into the world in the form of innocence. In order to reproduce themselves in any fashion, they came in the shadows to secret-away unattended children to their dark realm and those children, once taken, were condemned and lost as surely as their abductors.

The Dark Ones lived in the realm of eternal darkness, DarIsyndra, and could only enter into the realm of light, into Jyndari, through portals in the unlighted shadows of nightfall. They had many portals of entrance. Any deep shadow could conceal a Dark One and the Fey were vigilant in setting lamps, torches and candles so no corner stood in obscurity. Mirrors in darkness, unlighted wells, the dying embers of a fire that stood unguarded or the very rare faerie ring that no longer flowered gave The Fallen a place to cross. They came in darkness, they brought darkness with them, and they were the epitome of everything that was not light, bright, and beautiful……

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: MichelleMarie at : http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com And Morgan!

Dark Fey : Book One, The Reviled – Cover Preview

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I am so very Proud and more excited than I can express, to share with you the Exceptionally Amazing cover that MichelleMarie at : http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com helped me create for my book “Dark Fey: Book One: The Reviled”, which will be released to Kindle worldwide next Friday, April 25th. This is not meant to be shameless promotion (well, not entirely) but more just to share my excitement and wonder with you over an event I have been looking forward to for nearly my entire life!

What do you think?

The symbol centered in the photo is something I drew that Michelle was able to incorporate Beautifully. It is a form of cryptic writing I created in my youth (not so long ago!!) Can you figure out what it says?

I will be sharing a few excerpts from Dark Fey today, since it is Friday Fantasy day, after all, and hope you will enjoy them. Please do feel free to give me feedback, as it will only help me create a better book for everyone.

Thank you for sharing in my Delight !

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: MichelleMarie at : http://michellemarieantellg.wordpress.com And Morgan!

Friday Fantasy – Entwined Eternally – NaPoWriMo

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Entwined Eternally

Music Stirs in Me,
A Song of Love Ever to Thee,
Love that Sings in Perfected time,
Harmony, Unity, Melody, Rhyme.

My Soul Sings to You,
Beloved, My Life,
Helper, Keeper, Handsome Delight,
That I should Long to Give to Thee
All this Love Pouring from Me,
Not Dashed upon the Rocky Shore,
But Singing, Playing, in Tune forevermore.

Dance and Sing, My Love with Me,
Beloved, Lover, Intoxicate Me,
Truest Love to my Heart, O Sing!
And Ever Touch me with the Pleasure You Bring,

Sweet in the Silence, Soft I Hear,
The Words You Whisper, Delicately Near,
Stirring my Soul,
Gently,
With Passion,
Ever Renewing what Has Already begun.

This Longing,
This Burning,
This Need for Our Truth,
Beloved, My Soul,
Entwined Eternally With You.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork By: Josephine Wall

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