Blogs about: The Muse Sings
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Oh
O Night of blackest blue, wreathed in slow-swirling mist, see how You tempt down the moonlight? Now we might all dance with mist, moon, and You. O Morn of fallen frost, shiverthrill of chill, see how … more →
in the Darkling Grove, listening with the trees
Oh
DarklingRose wrote 1 day ago: O Night of blackest blue, wreathed in slow-swirling mist, see how You tempt down the moonlight? Now … more →
Awake!
DarklingRose wrote 1 month ago: The sky is dark, the black trees and silvered clouds shivering, dancing in the wild wind. All the h … more →
The Eternity Tree (and shadow)
DarklingRose wrote 4 months ago: The Banshee is dressed in teal silk and strange looks today; she takes slow, thoughtful steps around … more →
the Parable of the Perfect Parcel
DarklingRose wrote 4 months ago: She is curled up on an old faded rug by the fire, sipping a cup of steaming tea. There are no walls … more →
the Flowers over the Fence
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DarklingRose wrote 4 months ago: The wysteria it rooted in the neighbor’s yard and grew over the fence into ours. It was so bea … more →
a string of Precious
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DarklingRose wrote 4 months ago: … then something falls into place, and this inner alignment just clicks. Love and chemistry, … more →
a Tardis still growing
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DarklingRose wrote 5 months ago: The Banshee paces, her shoes echoing hollowly across the intricately carved wood floor, her hair and … more →
Watching him as he sleeps
DarklingRose wrote 5 months ago: She writes her words in darkest purple ink, a little looping script that tends to sharpen into point … more →
Darkling Stalks a Dalek
DarklingRose wrote 5 months ago: A terrible beast, like a giant malicious pepperpot, wanders aimlessly around the great marble hall, … more →
Granted Right of Tardis
DarklingRose wrote 5 months ago: She steps out from behind a tree mismatched to this forest, then startles as she sees you. As the L … more →
a trip to 21st century California
DarklingRose wrote 5 months ago: You have heard this sound before, this mechanical wheezing, this strange cosmic grinding. This soun … more →
... and then-
DarklingRose wrote 6 months ago: Well. I did land eventually. I flew across time and space, chaos and control. It was quite a reaso … more →
abyss above
DarklingRose wrote 1 year ago: She wanders out of the thump and growl of the club, out into the thick night painted with gleaming c … more →
escape
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DarklingRose wrote 1 year ago: You have heard that strange, grinding sound before. When the big blue box appears, you are hardly s … more →
spilt ink
DarklingRose wrote 1 year ago: She muttered, “Go away. I am wrestling with my Muse, and losing.” and the cad exclaimed … more →
Love
DarklingRose wrote 1 year ago: The Lady is elegantly clad in crimson hearts and black wings, and her long hair has come down again. … more →
the Dumb Man
DarklingRose wrote 1 year ago: The night is dark. Aren’t they all? The silent Muse sits on frozen earth, peering into a box f … more →
Inanna's journey to the Underworld
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DarklingRose wrote 1 year ago: The Lady sits in the circle of the fire’s warmth, staring blankly into it. She has Things to I … more →
howling into the wind
DarklingRose wrote 1 year ago: It is very dark. The Muse sings into the wind, night howling right through her. The words are not h … more →
