Domain magic

When the dreams are over.

I have lost my magic some one taught me it wasn’t real now I cant live in the real world. The days are so sad and so long and I see the horror of it all too clearly and the fantasy that held me together is too real it seeps from my eyes at any given moment. Choices are to nowhere and beyond with only a worn out spell book. Even the fairies are sad and they have no advice to give they offered me a blindfold to keep the light away. All is bleak and all is grey and the old witch is me I dare not go near a mirror.

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Shadow dancer

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Certain of the shadows, afraid of the light. Ghosts in the house , spirits who search. if you listen in the dark you can hear the tears from a far. Music calms and magic is felt and roses still bloom. A fragrance in the air interconnected in faith. Interconnected in hope. Interconnected in peace. Love in the shadows reminds me of you.

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Black cats are bad luck and the witches muse/ Who killed the wicked witch of OZ? /She got hit by a garbage truck and collected all in the one day/ poor witch of OZ?

The snake knows he is powerful but he is still fearful and will run if he can .

The spider is an innocent creature yet he inspires such hatred and fear. He is after all a natural killer he weaves his net and casts it to the breeze and only the silver threads reflect in the moon. A witches friend for only she can tames the 8 legged creature. He eats the flies and butterflies and spits out all the bones. He never goes far from his prey on the web he will stay. He is a fisher of souls and he repairs his web with ghostly threads of his dead. This is a cycle of his life to poison and kill to cocoon and eat the blessed meat. To eat build his web of the deadly threads of souls, now entombed inside the spider the innocent deadly spider.

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Ivan Malat and my encounter

Ill tell a story that I have never shared with anyone so now ill share it to the world simply because its true and I am alive. I was 14 years old I use to love roller skating very much and use to go every weekend with my girlfriend. This Friday evening I was alone and bored. I had to go from Cessnock to Abermain 8 mile I missed the bus it was already late afternoon 5.15 pm I know it was that because I had looked at the clock. I waited on a bus stop in the main street no bus. I was young and silly I walked a little down the street and a car pulled over, He asked if I wanted a lift I saw he was wearing a brown suit and a blue tie he looked decent so I said I wanted to go to roller skating. He said hop in and ill drop you Im going to newcastle its on the way. I got in and we had not gone more than a mile when i was being asked so many questions and luckily I gave all the right answers apparently. for example why was i hitching a lift answer I missed the bus /what time was the bus 5pm/ how are you coming home /,friends will give me a lift,,/ So are they there now /,,yes they are waiting for me,/, does your mother know you hitch lifts /,,god no she would be furious/ ,, what time are you to be home … roller skating finishes at 9 pm so 9 pm,/, how old are you 14/ have you got a boy friend,/, no do the friends know what time you are coming there /,, absolutely yes/ they are waiting on me,/, and his demeanor had changed from happy to confrontational…. The strangest thing that evening was a voice went off in my head loud which said he has a knife,/ don’t look at him and so I never turned my head from the road/ I felt if I look at him all hell will break loose./..I think an angel took that ride with me and was with me all that night /,,,I determined if he dose not let me out at the spot I asked/ I will jump no matter the speed./. I felt a little panic and so I spoke rather fiercely pull up here please!!!!/ Luckily he did, I wanted him to know I only wanted the lift, so I shut the car door ,the window was down and so i said as politely as I could,/, Thankyou for the lift. he answered in a very ominous voice dont ever do this again he said/ ohh no I wont I answered/ I went inside the roller skate rink and skated but I asked a boy who used to give the girls lifts home could he please take me home?/ he said sure no problem… I made sure I was ready and followed him along with others ,to his car and about 5 people piled into the bench seats./ He took me too my home but just as we pulled to the curb, headlights behind focused on the car../ the boy / the driver said hey I think we have been followed and I knew who it was/ I did not say a word but I got out and did not look back lest he think interest../ I ran inside and said mum I’m home and I told her what had happened we locked the back door../ Now I forgot about this incident until years later a man was being investigated for lots of murders in a particular area / in a forest and after an English tourist had a similar only more terrifying experience the man was identified and charged with 7 murders particularly savage and it is supposed that lots more girls who are missing were his victims/, This was he and I remembered him clearly when I saw his picture in the papers./ He died in prison but at an inquest to the missing people he stood and said any girl who was allowed out after midnight deserved what she got./. The time question gave me a cold chill and I know I was very lucky./ I will not name this person because publicity still surrounds him but he lived in the cessnock area at the time of this incident and there are so many missing people/ I knew it that night I instinctively knew he was evil and I never understand how I knew what to say and do/ I was an angel personifies and that is how I know I stepped free from that car…

The witch of Allenhdoor had taken the castle with her dwarf armies. Small men with ferocious wolves. A murder of ravens the sky black with her forces. They swooped in to first pecked the eyes from the kings men, who defended the walls. Then came the wolves to rip their throats and the job half done it only required a dwarf man to slice the heads from their bodies. Blood ran like water and her small dragons from the Island of Pagoda finished off the morsels. The dragon master was reptilian in appearance some say he was born of the incestuous love of reptiles. The witch of Allenhdoor wore white so beautiful she sparkled and shone like a dazzling moon beam. She was in appearance innocent evil men fell at her feet. But she had no lover she would never know love. Such was her chastity such was her fate. Their was only one love and she dared not whisper his name lest the devil heard it. He was brave handsome dark eyes dark hair and love surrounded him in a blue light which shone from his armor. He rode a great steed and she grew weak when she whispered his name silently on the breeze. He did not love her and she had grown sad and so she took the castle of a goodly king and locked his daughter in the dungeon. She thought the dragons might like a princess for dinner or maybe the spiders could cocoon her, For the moment she lived and the witch enjoyed the crawling creatures. What would happen would the knight come to rescue the princess???? next episode we shall discover. spiders and snakes joined in games of climbing castle walls going up the briar’s and the blood red roses. while the ravens sat and ate the lady bugs. The wolves slept and the dragons finished their feast. The sun rose to a reddened sky all quiet in the castle. The slithering creatures lay silent their poison to deliver to any moving thing. No one saw the shadow moving it crept up the roses and passed over the wall. It stepped across the sleeping dragons and silently moved down the stairs to that place of torture. She saw the shadow she knew hope. Suddenly a ray of light from a candle on the stair a shine so bright the shadow disappeared. The light grew brighter as the witch stepped closer to the cell, She smiles to see the dread in the eyes that looked back. She laughed and turned away and the light shut the door behind her. closed doors bar the escape she sat in silence she wondered where had the shadow gone? Maybe she never saw the shadow, maybe she dreamed the shadow into life. She sat now with out any more illusion. The princess was imprisoned and feared that death would come here in this cold grey doom. Maybe the light of the moon would never be seen again. Maybe this was the happy ending to see only the black of space. no star to dement the mind, no light to hope without cause. Just empty skies to give peace of spirit. To accept the void, to sit in the void. The Keep became her home the witch moved the prisoner to the keep and there she watched the stars and heaven seemed closer than ever before. The moon shone and the days were long but breezes blew all manner of dreams in to her little world. The roses could be seen and smelt ,there was a bed to lay upon and books to read. She looked across the fields and in winter they were white and in summer green . One day she was sitting reading and she looked at her shadow. She knew she was not alone. At night he was always in her dreams. The wicked Queen grew ever more powerful and hope faded. Many in the castle believed this to be wrong that the dearest lady was in the castle keep. It was not long before a stranger came into her life a rider came to the castle he was dark and brutish. He walked wit his sword no one bothered such a powerful looking man the snakes hid the dragons slept and the queen watched from her window. Many were in the castle this day. The princess looked down as he looked up and their eyes saw a friend in each other. He did not know how but this stranger wanted to help the girl. He went to the queen and saw her beauty. He was a determined man, a strong man but the queen was far to caught in the gaze of the knight ,the shadow. This man was not to be undone so he set a plan of rescue. He took great heart and crept to the keep killing snakes and dragons as he went and several guards lost their lives. He would not risk the front gate rather they would jump to the ocean below. Fro the castle sat on the edge of the sea. Rocks jutted out he knew he could jump the distance. He would throw the princess from the keep and pray she would survive it. So he did he took her hand and he swung her around and hurled her as far as his strength would allow. He saw her hit the water and he ran and jumped as far out as he could. They were both in the water and swam to the shore. Horses waited and they travelled far from the castle to the sands of the desert. They travelled the old silk road to a new life in the exotic east a place of wonder and beauty. She only sometimes remembered her love of the shadow but every time she remembered him a tear ran down her cheek. love never lost its pain. Life however did go on but never quite the same. The end

The game of love where golden hearts do bleed. They are pure and kind but love is not. That girl is made from love for love But no love exists and she is tied to duty Oh Ophelia the time has past Look to thy self for love exists only in fairy tales My quest is to write a tale of woe a tale of unrequited love I have flirted with life and harmed many of this I am sad If innocence is a defense then I am innocent I played at life I dreamed too often I touched a soul without ever having lived in reality Do you begrudge me my dreams Do you wish me less if this be true then I am guilty and forever punished Let there be loving souls and forgiving hearts for those to dared to dream Take this as my redemption from love

The golden game of love

LOVE AT MIDNIGHT

Did you see the moon come closer please come closer

The day was cool and breezes blew my mind was consumed by one face ,one image. I have been told of obsession and how bad that is but my mind wanders in dark places. Obviously im told you have mental health issues or problems from untold youth. Do I believe well one can be told all things and begin to believe therapy is your most happy outcome. Indeed it has helped my coping skills and level of happiness. But the image is still adorable and the face still haunting so maybe the therapy while good has ultimately failed. Hope is now gone maybe that is a good resolve but love remains without hope. Love at midnight a perfect imperfection an innocent evil without any wounds what say ye of love unrequited but still adored. So I watch the moon alone and see the sun alone its a perfection of self and I have held my own hand in the midnight hours so it is a love as black as the night.

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Did I see the light did I imagine my life

Was it real or something like a dream

Maybe I will never know until I get to heaven then god might say you looked but you did not see.

Was the mirror always cracked or was that me

Why did I not see I could have been me

Fools and Mortals die on battlefields transfixed in their heroic moments /Brave souls haunt this house shadows of what use to be /too long the days of living/ bleeding tears of blood life ebbs and flows closer to the precipitous step /god guides they say unconditional love they say /the silence kept the cold veneer but one day an angel will come and lead me to cool waters/ I will not be sad for the light will be so bright like pure diamond glittering in the night skies/ like stars that I did wish upon /Nay have no fear for each will find his time has come.

The Assassin

The dagger came when least expected

I turned and you were there

A look ,that look of death upon your face

Yet it was only a reflection of me

Reality and fantasy blurred

Clear crystal moments

Blood on your hands

Belated debate

Questions unanswered

Beat no more

Life is a mystery tour

A life is past

good fortune to you all

The dagger came when least expected

I turned and you were there

A look ,that look of death upon your face

Yet it was only a reflection of me

Reality and fantasy blurred

Clear crystal moments

Blood on your hands

Belated debate

Questions unanswered

Beat no more

Life is a mystery tour

A life is past

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book of incantations

magic is created in the imagination and in the early days of witches was the desire to create from the natural world a control mechanism for ill health or for nature ,work in agriculture and appeasement to the natural world which was imbued with powers. From animals to natural plants for medicinal and then came comfort for the patient and family hence the shaman or witch doctor or witch comfort and control so important, comfort for all

The Death Watch

we sit you and I in this silent room i watch the ticking clock How many times have i done this before When the others road has ended I heard silent cries saw pain within there eyes I promise id be there until the very end Now here i sit with my precious other see the ebb and tide you were gone long before you died I kissed your hand and said goodbye then on the hour appointed silence entered the room I looked and you were gone I held my head and my tears ran like rain dripping threw my fingers to the floor oh please come back oh please come back I whispered in my prayer

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The Rose

Snow fell as she stood in the church yard. She held a rose close to her heart. The knight she so loved had fallen in battle and never once did their lips touch. But her love was true and the rose she had thrown at his feet as he rode to battle had become the symbol of everything she held in her heart, for she knew she would never love again. The knight lay now in his grave and she visited him dreaming of what could have been. She knew for at least a moment he had felt her heart beat and that warmed her as she remembered his eyes, when he had looked at her. winter had come and the cold breezes of the north winds blew. She stood alone and tears ran down her cheeks to become diamond on the ground. In her silent prayer she stopped and heard a growl from behind her ,she turned and it was her wolf. It was not safe for a Princess to stray far. The cold seemed to permeate her scarlet cloak. Wolf watched for the light was fading and his growl grew deeper. Suddenly a man wearing a shroud ,standing near the tree lined path which lead back towards the castle. He did not speak and her heart beat faster blood began to drip from her hand for she gripped the rose with such force. The moment passed and the vision was gone. She dropped the rose upon the grave she turned for one last farewell. She heard a whisper on the breeze and felt a kiss on her cheek she looked at the inscription love eternal. She saw the magic for the words swirled in her head and a bloom as red as her lips came forth. She stumbled backwards for she knew that true love never dies but lies dormant for another life to be lived. Love survives! when all else dies,

The Knight, the Princess and the rose.

The Rose must have thorns, for it is the heart of the princess. It is the symbol of love, plucked from the story book realm. Its power and strength guards her castle walls. Seasons come and the seasons go, yet the fragrance lingers on her skin. Some believe she is a witch such is her beauty. The knights defend her and bleed in their battles, for Kingdoms are hard won. But the rose has thorns and her lips are oft tinged red with blood. She throws petals to their victories as they ride to each battle. The time passes and she watches from her keep to see their triumphant return. She sees the flags waving in the breeze and dreams of what might have been. For once there was a knight and he was her only hearts desire, shining in his armor. Brave of heart and she cast a rose from on high as he passed on his mighty steed. He saw the petals fall but there was silence in his stare. He glanced a magic glance. He held her eyes in his stare and in that moment, love was seen. But alas and anon, he fell amongst the roses. Inhaling love in his final breath he died. Tears fell from the keep onto the rose laden wall. Take not the rose was his final cry. He lives still in the heart of the rose.

louisa jen Miracles and Diamonds

Golden books were golden in so many hearts : Dreaming!!!! Stars sprinkle the skies gallery, love distinguished with miracles and mystery, enchantments and sparkling diamond nights beauty in the sunset, passion in the heart and sunrise dreaming

Children are innocent and belief so easy to instill Oh mr Disney I believed your magic was real.
How far have I come

Is Magic Falling in love with a fantasy a Prince maybe: Dreaming! follow Love is magical love is emotion in action. what is love, what is magic, is it the look from someone who loves you ,is it an enchantment or some unexplained sparkle you felt on your very skin that made your heart quicken. Magic of white witches for good fortune good health and love but in the blackened heart of an evil witch lies hatred and dread. Magic is a fearful thing for it allows you no power to resist an enchantment or a spell cast. It is pure energy it is electric it is kinetic energy harnessed and set on the witches breath on the winds which carry from east to west from north to south to its intended. No shutter no door no bars can stop an enchantment for it is a secret message to the one who already knows the whispers of the winds. Be it love or be it not, the breeze kisses the cheek in those twilight hours and its then the magic happens, No eye can see it ,no one can deny it, for it is ephemeral and real and it goes directly to the heart and no man can see another mans heart. Heart to heart the spell is cast so let the magic happen. It is real and some will never see it and others will dream of it while the few will know it. love is magic it can not be explained it can only be felt. I wish you love. From Louisa of OZ

A witches sacrifice

The moon shone bright as only a full moon can reflecting in shadows and silver rays in the wooded land. Snow lay deep on the ground and only the sounds of the owl could be heard. The gathering of the circle began for this is the witches night together they beckoned the devil to come. The fire burnt high and incantations echoed through the air and a strange mist began to appear, had the devil heard the call? Even the bravest heart dare not travel the roads at night so the gathering felt safe in the woods. The head warlock wore his long black cloak with hood and a mask which covered his face. This you see was a well known face in the nearby village and if it were known he could be the minister too. He held a dagger high for this night was a sacrifice night a night for blood to prove the devils worth. This was a deadly night and a young gypsey girl had fallen into the hands of the covenant she had been bound and brought into the fire light. She feared for her light but like every good serpent the warlock promised her life . The smoke from the fire billowed into the air and a thin fall of snow dampened the flames. Together they called again and again ‘come on the winds from hell’ and the devil answered for he did appear dressed in a red cloak. The warlock handed him the silver dagger. The girl grew more afraid her heart beat fast , but she was gagged and could not cry out and soon she was tied to a poll and the devil whispered ‘do not fear freedom is hear’ . Under the cover of night a rider came along the misty path but seeing flames feared the worst so a brave young soul drew back as the flickering flames were seen then dropping to the ground in silence then tethering the horse , the knight crept closer to the scene. The devil ready to work took the dagger with force and cried out to the moon like a wolf ready to kill eyes wide he strode toward his victim, when suddenly an arrow struck his heart with such deadly force he was throw back into the flames. The crossbow let loose two more bolts and cries came and running began in panicked verse. The knight fired again and the covenant fell silent for evil along with the devil was dead. Blood on the snow there own sacrifice and the devil died in the fire from hell all be it man made. The knight ran to the lady who wept as she bent to untie the bonds her hair fell down in red abundance for she was a knight of the female kind and she released her sister from impending doom together they hugged ran to the stallion, freedom was at hand. A gypsey you see is a nomadic soul and so they roamed far from the devil who had lost his way in the fires of hell.

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