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POETRY WRITING

Whispers…

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And I loved him.

In that secret place

Where only the Soul hears the whispers of the heart.

And he?

I was no more the a safe space

A moment in time, shared.

I heard him cry in the wilderness.

Reached out my hand…

For a while he clung to me, but then feeling strong, he set me free…

And I?

Well, I could sink and die or just accept it was what it was.

Move on with my life, knowing I had loved…

Ohh… how I loved…

Him.

Eily Nash ~ 2020

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LOVE POETRY WRITING

Tears from the Moon

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‘Why did my Prince leave me so?’ I searched the sky, looking for reasons why.

The Stars, one by one, put out their Light and tears fell from the Moon.

‘Princess, it is not for us to tell,’ whispered the West wind.

And I?

Shrouded in a blanket of the dark heart of night, could only cry…For my Sin in loving him…

Still💔

Eily Nash~2020

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LOVE POEM POETRY WRITING

Cashmere Kisses

I closed my eyes, felt the touch of her cashmere kiss upon my face as she traced my lips with velvet finger tips. In that moment, I was lost. There was no going back. My gentle Lady had wrapped me in a gossamer blanket of love.

Eily Nash ~2020

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FLASH FICTION LOVE POETRY WRITING

Summer Love

Blessed by blue skies on a sultry Summer day, I lay upon a lush green lawn in my English Country garden. The scent of Honeysuckle and Jasmine hang sweetly on the air, blending with Roses and Lavender. Such delicate fragrances delight the senses. They are dancing to the soft calling of birds and the low humming of nectar gathering bees. A Ray of Light playfully glints through rustling Beech Tree leaves and I watch Swifts riding the breeze. So high, soaring to the edge of blue. Soft caresses of sunlight are kissing my skin.

I close my eyes and dream of you.

Eily Nash ~ 2020

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micro fiction WRITING & BLOGGING

Enigmatic Eyes

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She was a Writer, weaving stories around the emotions she read in others. He was a charming enigma. Eyes, deep as the cold North sea. She searched their dark depths, looking for answers but chose to leave her unasked question hanging in the air.

Who or what had poisoned his heart to love? Would he tell? She doubted that. A mystery she would have to unravel, as with a greedy ear she anticipated listening to the tales he may or may not share.

Eily Nash ~ 2020

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LOVE POETRY

Mysteries of Love

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He lay down his head to sleep with a secret his heart did keep. Beneath the dark blanket of night the mysteries of love revealed that which by the light of day was concealed. Lovers locked in each others arms. He was entranced by a Sorceress and her bewitching charms ✨

Eily Nash~ 2020

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BOOKS LOVE POETRY WRITING

Hymn To Her

Good Morning WordPress World 😀

Thank you for reading and following my blog. Here is a little treat for poetry lovers, my book ‘Hymn To Her’ is free to download on Kindle ebookstoday.

Enjoy!

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹❤️

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LOVE POETRY WRITING

Wicked Games …

With sea green eyes, you taunt and tantalise. They dream and fantasise as you tease, you please, bring the unsuspecting to their knees. Behind an enigmatic smile, hides deceit & guile. Such wicked games you innocently play, then coldly walk away. The lying enemy within, whispers Love is a sin.

Eily Nash

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POEM POETRY WRITING

Night’s Magick

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Meet me on the field of dreams
Where nothing is as it seems
Deep in the realms of dark fantasy
Desire brought us together in reality
Summoned by power of Witch light
Love and lust lit up the heart of night
Dawn broke & the cold light of day
Crept in to steal night’s magic away✨

Eily Nash

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FICTION & POETRY POEM POETRY

Falling Leaves…

Watching lovers walk on by

Falling leaves tumble down

Exposing lies and mendacity

Truth laid bare upon the ground

Branches kiss an innocent sky

Eily Nash ~2020

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HYMN TO HER – Eily Nash

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POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING

Check Mate ♟

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You were the one who chose the game

And placed the pieces on the board.

You made your opening move.

Lies wrapped in Truth.

Wanted your Lover’s game darker.

Black Queen with sights set.

Picked up your sacrificial pawn.

You did not see the gambit

….until it was too late.

The silent Rook took flight

Swooped and took your white Knight.

Check Mate.

Game over

❤️♟🖤

Eily Nash ~2020


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As a gift from me to you, my collection of poetry, HYMN TO HER, is available as a FREE Apple iBook from the App store 🖤❤️

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BOOKS FICTION FICTION & POETRY WRITING

Meet Me At Midnight

Here is another free book for my Dear Readers to enjoy. A collection of short stories available from Apple Books. With Love from me to you 💕

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE POETRY

Hymn To Her

A gift from me to you, with love 💕

In these challenging times of Corona Virus, my heart goes out to all of us. We are all connected. As a writer, my gift is words. I am working on making my Apple Books catalogue free for everyone, everywhere. We are looking at unprecedented Social Distancing and Self Isolation. No man is an island. No one should feel alone. Please feel free to download my collection of love poetry ‘Hymn To Her’ 💕

This version is free to download from Apple Books for any Apple device. You can obtain Apple iBooks from the App store.

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LOVE POETRY

Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend

Does it matter who says Goodbye, when we both let love die? Will I remain with you as a memory? And will I think of you and what could not be? At the closing of our days, will we regret there was no other way? For I loved you deeply, I loved you well. The reality of life broke our Magick spell. Goodbye, my lover. Goodbye my friend. My heart is broken, we had to come to such an end.

Eily Nash ~2020


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POETRY Verse WRITING & BLOGGING

Spellbound

Spellbound, I held him in my arms✨ summonded by magick, candles and charms✨ Illusions of distance and linear time✨dispelled by a bewitching rhyme✨that which I desire shall be mine✨My Beloved will come to me✨So mote it be.✨

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LOVE POETRY

Shards of Glass

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LOVE POETRY WRITING & BLOGGING

Hungry Howling

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FICTION WRITING

WYCHWOOD~Free Kindle eBook this weekend🖤

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LOVE MAGIC MAGICK POEM POETRY WRITING

Beautiful Fairytale

Did she fascinate, charm and beguile? Maybe a distraction for just a while. Did she fill your thoughts in your waking hours and seep into your sleep. Before you knew, were you in too deep? Did she really have that power? With her faraway eyes, she saw other worlds, far beyond the veil. Was she for real or were you lonely and she was only a beautiful fairytale?

~Eily Nash

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POEM POETRY Relationships

Prisoner To Love

She gave him the keys to a hidden place, deep within the chambers of her heart. No Angel from above was he. Laughing at his wicked game, he pushed her hard, closed the door, took the keys and ran. Fallen from grace, head bowed in shame, she lay bleeding on the floor. No one heard her silent screams of pain or saw the tears falling, bitter rain. Fooled by an adept of the dark arts, left to die, a lonely prisoner to love.

~Eily Nash

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LOVE POEM POETRY soulmate

Midnight Sun

Come with me on butterfly wings and we shall kiss the moon. And dance upon the stars to the music of the Spheres. For you and I, my precious one, our eternal souls entwined in love, glisten like the midnight sun✨

~Eily Nash

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POETRY WRITING & BLOGGING

Sweet Memories

I play our song on the piano, lyrics dancing in my head, sensuous and slow. Who knew those moments we shared so long ago, would one day live as sweet memories, long after love was dead.

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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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LOVE POETRY WRITING

Falling Petals

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DIVINE FEMININE FICTION & POETRY LOVE

Love’s Embrace

A fragmented man, no longer whole

His silent voice cried out into the night

Heartbeats pounding in empty space

Hearing the lonely ache & searing pain

Through the ethers the Goddess came

Riding on sparkling beams of soft moonlight

Piercing the wall around his barren Soul

She held him tight, in love’s embrace ✨

~Eily Nash

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LOVE POEM POETRY

Strange Lovers Game

Does she read his words of love and pain, maybe even see her name bleeding from his poet’s pen? Hidden in the twilight world of their strange Lovers game, as it ends it begins again. 🖤

Eily Nash ~2019

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LOVE POEM POETRY soulmate Verse WRITING

HYMN TO HER

I am delighted to introduce you Dear Readers to my latest offering. My 11th book is a 1st for me. I love poetry with a passion, both reading and writing. My first collection of my own work has been a pleasure to work on. I hope you enjoy reading just as much as I enjoyed writing “HYMN TO HER” available now to download and read now!

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What is it about Woman, the myth, the magic and mystery, that has beguiled and inspired artists, poets and writers since time immemorial?

Hymn to Her is a love song to Her. Beautiful, Strong, Fragile, Fragrant Woman as she travels through the many facets and forms of love.

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FICTION & POETRY POETRY WRITING

Ashes of Love

Flames of Desire
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Who is to blame

When passion’s flame

Begins to wane

Who will remember

The glowing embers

Of this Lovers game

In the ashes and dust

Of burnt out lust?

 

Eily Nash~2019

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FICTION & POETRY SOUL soulmate SPIRIT SPIRITUALITY WRITING

Where Love Lives For Evermore

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE POETRY Verse WRITING

A Witch’s Moon

Deep within a magical wooded hollow

He beheld her, The Lady, standing there

Fading light upon her rich auburn hair.

Dressed in a delicate gown of Autumn brown

Slender fingers beckoned to him, follow

As they danced to the song of the rich earth

Leaves of burnished brown slowly fell down

Beneath a canopy of silvery soft starlight

And golden honeyed light of a Witch’s moon

Enchanted by the Lady of the Greenwood

The Lord of the forest, her consort that night.

 

Eily Nash ~ 2019

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE MAGIC OF NATURE POEM POETRY WRITING

Forest Of Hearts

Can you hear the song of the trees

Sweet notes of bronze, red and gold

Dreams of fire falling at your feet

Carried on the wings of the breeze

Gaia’s Autumn carpet gently unfolds

In the forest of hearts as Lovers meet

Eily Nash ~ 2019

 

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POEM POETRY Relationships soulmate WRITING

No Roses 🌹

I want no red roses, romance or vapid poetry. Perfume, gifts and jewellery, these things are not for me.

Put no rings upon my fingers, nor chains around my soul.

Bring me the dark heart of night, an Adepts power & passion’s flame burning bright within a pure white Lily flower.

Take me by the hand and walk along moonlit shores at the ebb tide of the sea, lay upon the shifting sands of time and bare your soul to me.

Then under a canopy of stars love me endlessly.

Eily Nash~2019

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FICTION & POETRY SHORT STORY WRITING

Aching Hunger

Words: Eily Nash

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POEM POETRY

Lonely Heart

As the pull of the moon

On the tides of the sea

Memories of Her

And

Love that was lost

Ebb and flow upon

The empty shores

Of his lonely heart

🖤🖤🖤

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FICTION & POETRY

Dust of the Lost

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I absolutely adore this Poet’s work! And I am delighted to welcome Stefan Fountouris back to EdenDene Books. Enjoy!

 

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© Stefan Fountouris

 

 

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FICTION & POETRY

Secret Garden

How lovely is this!

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FICTION & POETRY

And I Miss You

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FICTION & POETRY

Two Hearts 💕

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POETRY

To The Summer Sky

I am hugely honoured and excited to share with my readers the work of modern Poet, Stefan Fountouris . This beautiful man writes words of love deeply from his heart and in doing so touches other hearts, minds and speaks to Souls. His muse is the beautiful and enigmatic Edi. What a perfect gift of Love to be immortalised in poetry

 

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To the summer sky

I sang from

Eclipsing stone circle

I sang to the stars

To the moon

Until the sky darkened

Too soon and every

Star stood in clear lines

I stood in awe

Counting the lights

When love came

To me lifting me high

Into the night sky

Like a butterfly….

© Stefan Fountouris Every Emotion Poetry (2019)

 

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Dark Verse FICTION & POETRY

Wrap Me In Your Storm

My favourite vocal Artist, the sexy and sultry Chanteuse, Penny from Penny’s Scar is also an accomplished poet. I am privileged she has let Edendene Books host her work. Enjoy 🌹🖤

 

 

 

 

 

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FICTION & POETRY LOVE POEM POETRY

Lady in your Tower

Lady in your tower so high

Shard of glass piercing sky

Do you search for me below

Where the timeless river flows

Imprisoned in clouds and steel

Who knows how you really feel

You have no wings to flee captivity

To sail with me upon an endless sea

~Words Eily Nash

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LOVE POETRY

Twin Flame 🔥

Just the mention of her name

Smoldering embers of desire

Ignite into a raging red hot fire

The power of your Twin Flame

❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️

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FICTION & POETRY POETRY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Broken Dreams

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Uncategorized

The Young Man’s Song

I adore this line from “The Young Man’s Song” from “Responsibilities” (1916), which is your favourite Yeats?

“For he would be thinking of love

Till the stars had run away 

And the shadows eaten the moon.”

 

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I whispered, “I am too young,”
And then, “I am old enough”;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
“Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair,”
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

Oh, love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

 

~ W.B Yeats

 

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LOVE POEM POETRY Uncategorized

A Game

It’s all a dance

It’s just a game

The spark of love

Or passions flame

~Eily Nash~

 

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Dark Verse FICTION & POETRY GOTHIC LOVE POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Strange Love

When the pain became too much to bear,

He banished her to the dark recesses of his mind.

By being viciously unkind he could pretend to himself he didn’t care.

But she knew, and let him be, for such was their strange love. 

 

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Eily Nash

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POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

The Precipice

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The precipice, a perilous place, far beyond the safe confines of the city walls and the hinterlands of right and wrong.

Inexorably pulled to the edge of decision, Chase stood hypnotised by angry crashing waves, pounding heart beats upon a lonely shore.

Far out to sea, he heard her call. Siren. Temptress. One leap forward into the unknown, falling, tumbling into her dark depths and he would be free to ride upon passion’s tumultuous waves.

Or one step back from the beckoning, beguiling edge of danger…one step back into the barren wastelands of his life.

Eily Nash ~2019

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POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Hellfire

Beguiled by my burning flame

Little moth, play your game

Beware what you seek from me

My fire burns with the intensity

To destroy you and your desire

For I am forged from hell fire.

 

© Eily Nash

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POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Drunk on Love

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Night ends with

A kiss, a promise

You have gone

Your sensuous scent 

Lingers on my skin

Leaving me Intoxicated 

Drunk on Love for you …

© Eily Nash

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LOVE POEM POETRY Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Word Weaver

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Taking silken gossamer threads

The word weaver wove them into 

A beautiful sensual illusion of Love

Until the fabric of dreams lay

Tattered and torn on vicious thorns 

Of reality…

© Eily Nash ~2019

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LOVE POETRY Relationships

Fire & Ice

She was the fire and ice of diamonds, the red and gold dance of passion’s flame.

Sending him Solar flares, enticing him to unlock her many secrets and damping his ardour with sheet rain when he came too close.

Would he ever find the key that lay hidden somewhere beneath the arctic glaciers guarding her fragile heart?

She was a complicated paradox.

…and he loved her for it…

Eily Nash ~2019

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LOVE POEM POETRY Uncategorized

Fireflies and Faraway Eyes

He was a Hero, battle scarred and worn.

Heart frozen in the hinterlands of winter.

Feelings imprisoned under lock and key

Eyes unable to leave behind sights unseen

Inside, the silent scream trapped in his mind

Tainted by filthy dirt and detritus of mankind

A fallen Angel, broken wings ravaged and torn.

Until he met her, the girl with faraway eyes.

Her smile held the promise of Summer days

Beguiled by beauty, trusting in innocent love

He stepped from the darkness into her Light

Intrigued by the mysteries of night, he followed

Golden fireflies into the heart of her forest

They danced, sang and drank sacred wine

By firelight they lay beneath a Harvest moon

Earth and Sky became one in Hieros Gamos

He arose from the forest floor, a fallen Angel

Sanctified, restored by Grace, soared once more

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~Eily Nash 2019

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POETRY Verse WRITING & BLOGGING

If …

If I asked you to dance

Would you dance with me?

If I asked you to sing

Would you sing to my tune?

If I asked you heal me

Would you heal your scars?

If I asked you to kiss me

Would we touch the stars?

If I asked do you love me

Would it be too soon?

Eily Nash ~2019

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LOVE POETRY SAD VALENTINE Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

The Games People Play

 

 

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 Games People Play…

Some are Players

Some are Played

No winners

Or Losers

Game Over…

 

© Eily Nash 2018

 

 

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PARANORMAL FICTION Uncategorized WRITING & BLOGGING

Drawing Down The Moon

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‘Would Sir care to join me in my bedchamber?’ Evelyn enquired, head tilted coyly to one side.

Adam was taken off guard by her request, this was a move he had not anticipated. Evelyn had been so elusive his normal confidence with women had subsided. The lady had spoken and he did not need to be asked twice. With gallant good humour Adam responded,

‘If the White Queen so wishes, then her Black Knight is honoured to acquiesce to M’Lady’s request!’ Adam made his way across the flagstones of the darkened Inn. As he followed the swish of Evelyn’s long Gossamer dress as she vanished into the all-pervading gloom, he smiled quietly. He had set out to play a game to win, a game of check mating her into the bedroom. Now the tables had been turned, Adam really did not care. He desperately wanted to be close to Evelyn, and not for any of the reasons he has started with. It was not lust that now motivated him, there was an almost magnetic pull to his beautiful, beguiling companion. They had started a strange journey together, and Adam was more than happy to see where it led to, somewhere across forever, he hoped.

At the top of the steep and narrow stairs everything was absolutely pitch black. He was aware his feet were treading on ancient wooden floorboards that creaked in complaint at their weight. Evelyn continued catlike down a long length of corridor. She did not seem to need any light to find her way.

Adam followed closely on her footsteps, not entirely comfortable in the pitch blackness. He heard a rasp as an antique door was scraped open across the ancient floor. Then totally unexpectedly light illuminated the darkness. He had gained admittance into M’Lady’s bedchamber and Adam Knight, arch womanizer was as nervous as hell.

Evelyn’s room was lit with a myriad of candles. They were on the stone window ledges of the two latticed windows and also placed in the hearth of the large inglenook fireplace in which a fire was lit and blazing with dancing red and gold flames.  The heady scent of Patchouli filled the room.Momentarily, the thought crossed his mind that the entire evening Evelyn had not left the lower floor, what unseen hand had lit the fire and fresh candles? She walked towards her four poster bed which had been hewn from rich dark oak and ornately carved. The bed was draped with heavy silk brocade, purple and gold threads entwined in an elegant pattern. Adam was surprised. Downstairs the Inn had been so dilapidated. This room was fit for a goddess, for his own personal goddess of the Half Moon Inn.

And there she stood by the light of the fire in all her beauty. As Adam regarded his Eve, his heart filled with love. She was just so delicately beautiful and ethereal. He had never been a religious man, yet he found himself whispering to her a verse from King Solomon’s Song of Songs:

‘Who is this woman?

She seems to shine like the dawn.

She seems as beautiful as the moon.

She seems as bright as the sun.

She is as wonderful as the stars’

And in return Evelyn  whispered softly.

‘My Beloved is mine, and I am his.’

Evelyn slowly removed the Gossamer dress, letting it slid down her body and fall in a gently crumpled heap at her feet, she delicately stood out of the dress and stood before him in her nakedness. There was a translucent quality to her unblemished porcelain skin, almost as if she were not of this world. In the soft light of the dancing flames she was timeless and numinous. Adam, enthralled, walked towards his prize and ran his hands through her long black hair and entwining his fingers in Evelyn’s luxurious, flowing locks. His eyes were fixed on hers, lost in their depths of darkness. She still held mysteries as yet unfathomed but the night was not over yet. He saw his own face reflected back in the light of her eyes, and saw softness there, he also saw compassion and tenderness. He saw Love. With exquisite tenderness she undressed him and taking a little vial of oil from the hearth, she kissed his head, hands and feet as she reverently anointed his body with precious Spikenard. The aroma of the heady amber oil filled his head as Evelyn, taking his hand in her delicate fingers gently led him to the little latticed window.

Throwing open the panes, a rush of cool air stroked their naked bodies.

‘Isn’t she beautiful?’ whispered Evelyn, looking skyward. The storm had passed and the night sky was a black velvet blanket covered with a myriad of sparkling diamonds. The moon hung low against this celestial backdrop, a perfect orb of brilliant milky white.

‘A giant pearl’, he smiled, ‘A moon pearl!’

Evelyn did not answer as she stood moon gazing. She was totally transfixed, entranced looking at the heavenly orb.

Raising her slender, milky arms into the air, her slender body swaying gently, she began chanting and intoning sacred words.

‘What are you doing’, he puzzled.

‘Drawing down the Moon’, came back her cryptic reply. With eyes closed and her body still slightly swaying she chanted melodic words.

‘I am the Maiden,

I am the Mother

and I am the Crone

I am the Hart and the Moon gazing Hare

I am the Holly, the Ivy, the Oak

I am the Owl, the Nightingale and the Crow

I am the Forest, the Meadow,

I am the Hearth and the Home

I am the Rivers, the Oceans and Seas,

I am the Light of the Night and Lilith’s Dark Moon

I am your Hopes, your Fears and all your Desires

….all that there is dwells in me

I am the Goddess of the Triple Trinity.’

Evelyn appeared to have an aura of shimmering light around her body. Her body was present in the room, yet he could see she was transported to another place that was not of this world. Adam saw she was lost in a trancelike state, caught between him and the magic and mystery of the moon.

Adam was not sure if the effects of the fire and candle light were causing him to see things. Her face was lost in rapture and she appeared to radiate an inner light. At that moment he did not know her. She was more than his delicate Eve, she was emanating a supernal light, a power and radiance. The moon beams were dancing in the room and there was a feeling of power and wonder. As Evelyn’s chanting and swaying increased he felt a surge of ecstatic energy course through his body, as if he were electrified and alive with her  pulsating words. And then she was quiet and still, it all subsided and Adam, filled with emotion, fell to his knees, wrapping his strong arms around Evelyn’s slender waist. Burrowing his head in her soft belly he sobbed as he had never ever cried before. His hot tears ran in rivers over her soft skin, and Evelyn tenderly stroked his hair, and let the release come. All the pain stored in his heart burst forth. The dam had broken and the floodgates opened. Eventually the wracking sobs abated and he felt cleansed. Looking up at the brilliance of the moon, a peace descended upon him.

‘Thank you Mother’ he whispered into the night sky and Lady Luna shining her benediction down upon her son.

He felt the light touch of Evelyn’s skin on his. Tenderly she raised him to his feet, and dried his wet face with strands of her long black hair. Taking both his hands in hers, she led Adam to her bed. By the light of the fire and warm candle glow their bodies entwined. Every brush of her lips and delicate touch of her finger tips electrified his body. With a passion Adam had never felt before, he wrapped his woman in his strong arms and was lost in the sublime bliss of her love. Two bodies merged and two spirits soared. He felt as if he had left his body and was pure Spirit, as was his beloved. Two became one. Two bodies, two hearts, two souls unified across time and space. There was no Adam and there was no Eve, there was just unimaginable and unbearable ecstasy and Bliss. In the light of the flames and the half light of the night they danced in the light of love and experienced the almost unbearable light of being.

When their lovemaking was over, Adam held Evelyn as if he would never let her go. They lay together watching the moon in her beauty and fullness.

‘The Lady has blessed us Adam’, murmured Evelyn.

‘Ah, the Lady came alive in you my Love, Eve you are my very own Moon Goddess and I worship at you.’

Adam fell asleep in his lover’s arms, wrapped in her embrace. His tortured soul was at last content and at peace.

© Eily Nash 2012

Extract from my paranormal romance ” Torn From The Heart”