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Forward Into The New Year
14 min read
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.
"A wild rose in a garden of thorns you wrap yourself so intensely around my stem,
your own sharp thorns piercing my outer shell drawing at my burning passions within,
you coat yourself with my essence making yourself mine in such a divine euphoria.
We hold on to each other amongst the thorns of our world. Wrap your tendrils around my
heart my love, because it is yours to keep for eternity"
"Only the truth from my lips to your that when your eyes feast on mine,
I feel weak w/passion & love for you. The greatest poets in the world still
have never managed in the past or present to find the words in their works
to describe the love I have for you. My heart, my body, my soul, my
everything to you, I lay myself at your feet, an offering. I take thee
into both heart & soul, that once black and hardened until there was you.
You freed the light in them & keep the darkness away"
Je serai vous voir bientôt, chers amis.
Tout mon amour, Céléste de Morte
"Like a phoenix, rising 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.
The Bride of June obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
In The Forest They Play obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
June Bride obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
An Angel Rising obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
In My Thoughts obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
On A Hot Summer Day obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
Serene obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
Village of Fairies obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
The Garden Storm obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
By The Sea obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
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
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.
He Said
"A wild rose in a garden of thorns you wrap yourself so intensely around my stem,
your own sharp thorns piercing my outer shell drawing at my burning passions within,
you coat yourself with my essence making yourself mine in such a divine euphoria.
We hold on to each other amongst the thorns of our world. Wrap your tendrils around my
heart my love, because it is yours to keep for eternity"
She Said
"Only the truth from my lips to your that when your eyes feast on mine,
I feel weak w/passion & love for you. The greatest poets in the world still
have never managed in the past or present to find the words in their works
to describe the love I have for you. My heart, my body, my soul, my
everything to you, I lay myself at your feet, an offering. I take thee
into both heart & soul, that once black and hardened until there was you.
You freed the light in them & keep the darkness away"
Je serai vous voir bientôt, chers amis.
Tout mon amour, Céléste de Morte
"Like a phoenix, rising 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.The Bride of June obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
In The Forest They Play obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
June Bride obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
An Angel Rising obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
In My Thoughts obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
On A Hot Summer Day obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
Serene obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
Village of Fairies obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
The Garden Storm obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
By The Sea obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
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
My Links
My Gallery
My Faves
My Posterous
My Tumblr
Eternal Daniel
The DemonAosoth
Sorella
Clubs I Belong To
My Gallery
My Faves
My Posterous
My Tumblr
Eternal Daniel
The DemonAosoth
Sorella
Clubs I Belong To Eternal WildFire
Coming Home
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.
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.
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Seeking Solice In The Dark
13 min read
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
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.
From The Light Into The Dark
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
"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.The Bride of June obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
In The Forest They Play obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
June Bride obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
An Angel Rising obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
In My Thoughts obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
On A Hot Summer Day obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
Serene obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
Village of Fairies obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
The Garden Storm obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
By The Sea obsidian-siren.deviantart.com/…
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
My Links
My Gallery
My Faves
MySpace
LiveJournal
Eternal Daniel
Sorella
Clubs I Belong To
My Gallery
My Faves
MySpace
LiveJournal
Eternal Daniel
Sorella
Clubs I Belong To Eternal WildFire
Coming Home
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.
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.
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~ Climb . . . and sometimes we fall ~
2 min read
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~ New Campaign ~
20 min read
~ A New Campaign is here ~
The ribbon is for Autistic Awareness and the poem for this campaign was written by
Peter's involvement with this campaign is one closest to his heart in that , Kerry, his son suffers from Autism.
"Peter, my heart to you and your son."
For those of you who would like to know more about Peter and his son Kerry, please reference his Journal Entry: peterdawes.deviantart.com/jour… Feel free to speak to Peter directly in regards to this Campaign as I believe more insight can be obtained through Peter and his knowledge of this unfortunate and misunderstood condition.
And so my friends, and yes, I'd like to keep you all as friends, I leave you with this. I am behind on thanking your for your support. I'm looking forward to getting my life back on track here. The questions of love, past and future are not important. If you are close friends you know how to contact me. Be it messenger programs or notes. I hold you all in high regard. I respect you as I hope you will respect me.
Until Then,
Respectfully Yours,
Celeste de Morte
Ribbon Campaigns Return Autistic Awareness
"On the inside screaming out, why can't you hear me?"
My thanks to MistRaven for her dedication to making the stamps for the Ribbon campaigns.
C * O * N * T * E * S * T ** W * I * N * N * E * R * S
The Mask Contest held by
"The Return" by:
2nd Place "Not Me But Me" by:
:thumb119409966: 3rd Place "The Mask" by:
** Congratulations to the Winners **
(Update)That lady with the cookies caught up with me. She brain-washed me with an Obsidian Blood Cookie. *arg, blasted woman* Now she's got me in her cult and I'm powerless to stop her. I knew I should have bit her when I had the chance.
The Legend of The Obsidian Blood Cookie
:thumb115012046:
I know, I know...
"Where are the pointy ears?"
"This doesn't look like an Elf Maiden..."
"What happened to the 5th stanza of the poem you've been doing?"
"Why are you so weird?"
. . . . . . . . . See the rest above my Shout Board
The art dedicated to me has been moved to my shoutboard. Please go there and have a look. I've very proud of the gifts I have recieved and would like to share them. Thank you to all who have dedicated and or sent gifts. I love them all.
The National Center for Missing & Exploited Children
www.missingkids.com/missingkid…
The International Center for Missing & Exploited Children
www.icmec.org/
"Make A Difference"
</a> Words From My 
My Links
Stamps & Such
Clubs I Belong To Special Mentions
Art For A Cause: Autistic Awareness 
Obsidian-Siren
peterdawes & Obsidian-Siren
Art for Other Causes :thumb117758169: :thumb117758444:
DragonsChest
More To Come
Eternal WildFire
Coming Home
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.
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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.
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Do not upload to any websites, free or otherwise.
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*No Copyright Infringement Intended*
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B * R * I * N * G *** I * T
28 min read
All right my friends. I am nothing if not good at throwing down the gauntlet. I have a tendency to throw the baby out with the bathwater as well.
1. On the subject of my defection. It is more a break I'm being forced to take because of RL issues. When I had time, I have come and visited your pages, favoring your art as well. Not because I have to but rather because I want to. I appreciate all of you and hope that I am afforded the same consideration.
2. As some of you have figured out, Peter is back on the path of the light. What does this mean? It means, he was directed into a dark place and walked willingly with someone there. While in that place, he became full of himself and his poetry became dark, his writing took on a direction most of us wouldn't go. I believe the biggest step he made was contacting me; from there I will keep the details to myself. Daniel is aware of all that has happened so please; do not think I would keep it from him.
3. There is a dedication piece that MistRaven and I did for Peter if you would like to take a look and maybe comment: mistraven.deviantart.com/art/T… . It is not a place to hash out details of what happened or why. You are all free to message Peter and speak to him directly. peterdawes He is back on his profile and rebuilding his "DA Life"
Now! The reason for my anger and prompting of this journal...
4. There is one person out there, and you know who you are, that insists on needling me in regard to Peter. To this person I say this: Do not take me for a fool of words and do not think I will not come out fighting. You are wrong to underestimate me. I am not here for your amusement but when you tried your lies and deceits on me you whispered poison to the wrong woman. Leave off and get on with your own life. You have tried to court many here; many of my friends and the lies are catching up with you. Your current love is a friend of mine from way back. Be careful there, I'm watching and so are others. Hurt her with your lies and deceits and the gloves come off!!! Reprisals will be dealt with through administration. I will not have my sanctuary here defiled by you and your games. LEAVE OFF and move on. That is the only "advice" I will issue!!!
And so my friends, and yes, I'd like to keep you all as friends, I leave you with this. I am behind on thanking your for your support. I'm looking forward to getting my life back on track here. The questions of love, past and future are not important. If you are close friends you know how to contact me. Be it messenger programs or notes. I hold you all in high regard. I respect you as I hope you will respect me.
Until Then,
Respectfully Yours,
Celeste de Morte
Ribbon Campaigns Return Rape & Suicide
"Listen To What's Not Being Said"
My thanks to MistRaven for her dedication to making the stamps for the Ribbon campaigns.
C * O * N * T * E * S * T ** W * I * N * N * E * R * S
The Mask Contest held by
"The Return" by:
2nd Place "Not Me But Me" by:
:thumb119409966: 3rd Place "The Mask" by:
** Congratulations to the Winners **
(Update)That lady with the cookies caught up with me. She brain-washed me with an Obsidian Blood Cookie. *arg, blasted woman* Now she's got me in her cult and I'm powerless to stop her. I knew I should have bit her when I had the chance.
The Legend of The Obsidian Blood Cookie
:thumb115012046:
I know, I know...
"Where are the pointy ears?"
"This doesn't look like an Elf Maiden..."
"What happened to the 5th stanza of the poem you've been doing?"
"Why are you so weird?"
. . . . . . . . . See the rest above my Shout Board
The art dedicated to me has been moved to my shoutboard. Please go there and have a look. I've very proud of the gifts I have recieved and would like to share them. Thank you to all who have dedicated and or sent gifts. I love them all.
The National Center for Missing & Exploited Children
www.missingkids.com/missingkid…
The International Center for Missing & Exploited Children
www.icmec.org/
"Make A Difference"
</a> Words From My
My Links
Clubs I Belong To Special Mentions Art For A Cause: Rape & Suicide 
starlight2infinity Obsidian-Siren
Never Mind the ViolenceJust because,
You don't see it,
Doesn't mean,
I don't feel it
Everyday!
Just because,
I'm not talking,
Doesn't mean,
You shouldn't be asking
Asking me!
So never mind the violence,
Never mind...about me
You aren't here to listen,
And I am fed up with denying
Never mind the broken dreams,
Never mind...all of the screams,
That you weren't hearing
I just can't live like this,
So never mind the violence
My eyes,
Would tell a story,
If you ever,
Bothered to look inside
You'd see how I cry!
My mind,
Is so twisted
I can't,
Remember when I felt,
Anything but this!
So never mind the violence,
Never mind...about me
You aren't here to listen,
And I am fed up with denying
Never mind the broken dreams,
Never mind...all of the screams,
That you weren't hearing
I just can't live like this,
So never mind the violence
It's all been taken from me!
My innocence...
In body and mind I bleed!
Out my innocence...
You aren't here for me!
So now I...
Have to set myself free...
So never mind the violence,
Never
Mature Content
TheseKrimzonFlames I-STILL-ALIVE
VisualPoetress
Remembering SamiraAlone as i can be
Does anyone see?
Can they feel my pain
as its relived with in my brain
Say a prayer for me
That this torture ceases to be
That I may find my way
And live another day
God give us strength
Something we all need
Lend a gentle hand
As you look my way
Remember i was here
God help me live each day
And give peace
For this I pray
Somewhere is a place for me
Far from this struggle inside
As I leave I say goodbye
Please know I really tried...
Better Days
I know that things haven't gone so well.
And I know that you're in so much pain
From what life has done to you.
But I'm here to help you
Survive these tough times.
It looks dark now,
But I promise
I will lead you to
Better days.
seekingmysoul TyC113
:thumb117503036: :thumb111785801:
AndromedaII 50calWolf
Mature Content
Miarath Malandante
StephanieSmall Obsidian-Siren
:thumb117379099:
alafaye Kathryn-666
Mature Content
VisualPoetress kiwi-damnation
Mature Content
Mature Content
Malandante
Mature Content
Kathryn-666 CamaroGirl666
:thumb117897373: Opalseadragon
:thumb94157857: blucrimson
Valedhelven :thumb118575527:
Art for Other Causes :thumb117758169: :thumb117758444:
DragonsChest
More To Come
Eternal WildFire
Coming Home
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.
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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.
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