Seeking Solice In The Dark

Dec 27, 200913 min read

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Published: Dec 27, 2009

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I Think of You

I walk through the annals
In the caves of my mind,
As a breeze flicks a tuft of my hair.
It smells of the memories
I’ve gone there to find,
Those I tenderly stored away there.

I wander the halls
Where those memories were left,
And the breeze whispers into my ear.
It beckons me deeper
‘Mid cavern and cleft
Where it dances the echoes I hear.

I search through the chambers
‘Mid cobwebs and dust,
As my longing incites me to do.
And I peer ‘neath the layers
Of loving and lust,
Then I smile for there, I find you.

I flip through the pages
Where months become years,
And relish the days I replay.
Then tenderly re-file
The laughter and tears
For the next time that I pass this way.

For the past 6 months I have been through such life changes it's hard to believe there was another side. Alas, isn't there always. I have written "Dark Stories" while most of my Graphic Art has been on the "Lighter" side. I believe it is time to surrender to the Darkest side of Celeste's nature. I will probably always be the Obsidian-Siren that most of you know but indulge me while I take a detour and travel another road for a time. One that seems to beacon to me from time to time.

Je serai vous voir bientôt, chers amis.
Tout mon amour, Céléste de Morte

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"Like a phoenix, rising graciously from the ashes"

Thank you so very much for continuing to support my art though I was gone for a time. I appreciate every single one of you and your support to myself and my art.

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And also the various pieces that have been favorited from my gallery over recent weeks. Thank you

Climb, I Do

The swirling torrent of the tempest
Catches me in the undertow.
Gusts of wind assail the weary traveler
Looking for passage into a place of refuge.

The hills upon this rugged terrain
Get harder to surmount with every given day.
The gradient is steep and footing
Hard to come by on the ledge I climb.

But climb, I do, until I reach the top.

With rocks cutting into bloody fingers
And storms raging, hard rain pelting on
The back heavy laden with burdens.
With nights blacker than death, I persevere.

With the voice of heaven as still as the crypt
Of the damned I stroll through every night,
And a voice hoarse from crying out to
Whatever gods and saints will listen...

Climb, I do, until I reach the top.

Some place there is a bright horizon,
Colors painted by the master artist in hues of
Gold and orange, purple, blue, and red.
Some place there is beauty waiting.

But for me, now, there is yet a road
To be traveled, sleepless nights, and
Mornings spent in the warmth of the sun,
But climb I do, each and every day...

... until I reach the top.

Warmest Regards & Respectfully Yours,
Celeste de Morte

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Celeste. . . a deadly beauty. A predator and multi-faceted woman. Behind those jade eyes lies a calculating killer, one that stalks and ensnares, her wits and mind sharp. Able to cut through the sins of the wicked, and dangerous to all who cross the path of this cunning hunter on the prowl.

Yet, there also exists the charm and knowledge of years; an understanding of both mortality and immortality alike. A tangible humanity combined with the darkness and sensuality of a vampire. A wit and sense of humor that has finally found some place in the mortal world, but with a chill in her sleek movements reminding you what she is. When she is your ally, you need no other, but heaven help you if you make an enemy of her. You will face the claws of the jaguar and barely have a chance to breathe before she drains the life from your body.

Do not gamble your sins and salvation. She holds all the cards in her hands, and will fan them before you with a slow and deadly crimson smile. Do not take her for granted, for in that moment she will slip like silk into your dreams, leaving her image forever imprinted upon your mind. And never, ever underestimate her, even when she displays the smile of a friend.

Those sharp teeth lie in wait behind the porcelain grin, ready to strike when least you expect it.