Tanith

We are droplets of the creator , a tiny particle of the great Mother, directed into matter in order to perceive itself. Experiencing a realm of its own creation

[Tanith @The__Haunted]

I was alone in my strangeness
My world was silent,
So silent
I had forgotten how to speak.
I turned away from the beckoning light
And walked deeper into the darkness of forgetting.
Then from the darkness
I carved out a place of peace.

Words by Sara.

[Sara @1LostInTime]

“Sometimes I feel like I’m losing everyone. But in reality, I’m just losing myself.”

[Penelope potter @1__Penelope]

Flirt with the Afterlife.

Artwork: Tom Bagshaw

[Penelope potter @1__Penelope]

I wish I never had to feel,
Easier to run,
Hide myself away,
Than to face what is on the surface,
For the world to see,
To judge….

(Someone they will never know)

DAisymae874.

[Penelope potter @1__Penelope]

Myth and Moorlands.

Pinterest.

[Tanith @The__Haunted]

@PMoonfire 🖤♥️🖤👏🏻

[Penelope potter @1__Penelope]

My Sweet Darkness.

Image, Pinterest

[Penelope potter @1__Penelope]

She’s patient. It’s been ordained your soul shall come to her at the end. Payment for the deal you struck.

Xchala/Dark at Heart.

[Penelope potter @1__Penelope]

Allat.
By Mastertouch on DeviantArt.

[Penelope potter @1__Penelope]

Something Wicked this way comes.

Image from Pinterest.

[Sara @1LostInTime]

Let it rain
Let me absorb
Sorrows tears, dewy orbs,
By the watery tides
Of the sea for lost brides.

[Tanith @The__Haunted]

Bradamante at Merlin’s Tomb.

Artwork by Alexandre-Evariste Fragonard.

[Tanith @The__Haunted]

Long ago, in the days of old, in the Nights when Ishtar was Queen of the Silver Hours, we knew how to love. We understood the magic of Nature, and the music of Sky and Earth beat in our blood.

Image from Pinterest

[Milkwood @Calithilien]

She is wild and restless as lightening,
Eyes full of fire,
Palpitating with desire,
For the kiss of immortality.

[Sara @1LostInTime]

Thoughts,
How high can the soar,
What depths can they burrow.
Indifferent to the oceans tides,
And the approaching, receding ages,
Thought escapes into infinity in the very act of thinking it.

[James Larsen @0__JamesLarsen]

Plague Doctor
By Nitsuke 10.

Menacing.

[Sara @1LostInTime]

The Storm Sorceress

MysticSerenity, DeviantArt.

[Sara @1LostInTime]

The beautiful is always bizarre.

Charles Baudelaire.

Image :Pinterest.

[Sara @1LostInTime]

Sister Moon.

Photo: Yaroslav Gerzhedovich on Flickr.

[Sara @1LostInTime]

Block out those sounds,
Let life roll along,
I can still hear the music,
But it’s not my song.

Words: John Read.

[NajraGizem @GizemNajra]

In the midnight hour when the ghosts of the slain rage and lament, even the old one stir and tremble. But the Moon shall cast her magic so chaos may sleep again.