Mystic Stories

Oh mystic lover,Why do you haunt my dreams so?Thy sweet caressHidden in the shadow.Oh mystic lover,Why do you comeAnd share my dreams?Your eyes burning brightAs you consume my love.Oh mystic loverWhat do you take?Your visits exhaust meYet I do not wake.Oh mystic loverWhat can I do?Arms about meIs your love still true?Oh mystic loverSo long agoOnce we were loversIn those misty agesOh mystic loverMy heart still burstsFrom t...

In the Norse world, the deep and vast woods are home to many strange creatures. The most beautiful and wonderful of them all is the Hulder. There are numerous tales of her ability to lure men into peril and death. Even in modern times, she has been sighted on moonlit nights amongst the trees in her white dress, as quickly gone as she appears.   I was all alone in the wilderness. My plan had been to go fishing, and I was n...

The wind whistled a mellow tune as red-gold hair danced in the spring air, a symphony of waves played into the winds bitter sweet melody. Fabric twisted and cracked in the air, as ghostly patterns of golden sunshine appeared. Her heart longed for her light, as the sky turned into swirls of orange and pink under a blue velvet blanket of stars. Pale stone pressing against soft pink flesh. Oh this sweet lady closing her eyes...

Perfect round hiding in its shellBalancing within the foldsOf soft succulent nectar rainPush back the protective coverAnd reveal the prize withinTaste of simple waterOr honey dewAs it passes into my mouthAnd trickles down my throatThe smile as the temperature riseSalty water rolls downPouring and swellingSeizing and bidding the bloodTo reach the surfaceBreak and releaseRushing like a geyserSimplicity ariseAnd elation is b...