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Verse WRITING & BLOGGING

Eyes of the Witch

She saw deep into the souls of men.

Their secrets, fears, hopes and desires.

Such was the power of the witch.

She needed no obsidian skrying glass.

Some scorned her for her second sight.

Some found her an illuminating Light.

She cared not, for it was all the same in this game called life✨

~Eily Nash

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Image of Pythia ~Priestess of Delphi by John Collier (1891)

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LOVE Relationships Verse WRITING & BLOGGING

Touch of a velvet glove

With the touch of a velvet glove

And iron fist of controlling love

Insidious fingers of such jealousy

Tarnished Knight, without chivalry

Rivers of tears, fair maiden did weep

For her soul was not yours to keep

She longed to walk in hallowed halls

But withered within your castle walls

~Eily Nash

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POETRY WITCH WRITING WRITING & BLOGGING

Succubus Spell

I loved him well, I loved him true

Something he just could not do

For to lay with me would be a sin

I knew he longed to touch my skin

Yet he kept me so far out of reach

Scared his defences I may breach

Passion’s flame burnt in his chest

Lustful thoughts gave him no rest

At last, of free will he came to me

Torn, tormented by his own misery

My beloved Mortal slipped into my bed

Offering his body, I took his soul instead

And down we went to the depths of hell

For he had fallen for a Succubus spell.

~Eily Nash

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WRITING & BLOGGING

Castles in the Sand

It was a beautiful time, constructing castles and creating a fairytale land. Until one day the sea of reality came crashing in and washed the magick clean away. There is no never ending story for that which is built upon sand…

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WRITING & BLOGGING

Coffee Shop Tales #1

Hello there,

Henry the cat here with a little coffee time tale from my home at the ‘Black Cat Café’ in Providence, Rhode Island. My person Cassie owns the place. Whilst she is busy brewing and baking, I like to curl up on a cosy couch and people watch. Entertaining business for a fabulous feline with an interest in depth psychology.

A quiet Monday, mid morning and I saw her, one that left a mark. A woman of a certain age, nicely dressed and sat there on one of the big leather armchairs. She’d nabbed a place tucked in the corner of the coffee shop. I watched her nursing her cup of strong black coffee, pain etched on her face.

She did not she me. Her eyes were fixed on something or someone in her own private mind movie. I wondered what hurt she was reliving and was it somewhere back in time or a fresh memory? No matter, really. Heartache is heartache. It all hurts the same, be it old or new.

I padded over and jumped up on the seat beside her. Maybe I could help? Sometimes humans find it good to talk, especially to a handsome and understanding chap like myself.

She became aware of my presence and blinked away threatening tears as she came back into the space we shared. But the shutters were down. I had intruded on a private thing. It was if a huge wave of emotion had washed over me and I felt the full force of her pain. She knew and with a shock I realised she resented me for it.

She got up, without giving me a second glance, and walked away trailing her sadness behind her.

~Eily Nash

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LOVE POETRY WRITING

Falling Petals

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