Janice from S.D. here... Have no clue as to whether last email address I had for M is still working so I thought I'd register here to say 'Hello'. Still have water offering going -- hope all is okay health-wise-- and started having 'Elric visitations' as of last week. When Juri gifted me with Blue Oyster Cult's Greatest Hits for Yule and I noticed 'Black Blade' was on the CD, I took it as further synchronicity that I'd better get in touch. Am embarrassed-- but only faintly-- that I've been so neglegent about dropping a line. It's been kind of a crap year with multiple deaths of some people near and dear to me. Also sorry to hear about your eBay woes with the unauthorized Ravenscroft nonsense. I will ask my sharks (and the kitsune that have been hanging around of late) to help you out with this if you like. They live to munch...
Anyway, here is a bit of a 'long-time-no-see' offering for both M and my favorite multiverse wanderer, E:
Revenant
In the wave severe, a dream shark glides;
Pale Water shows a dark side that runs deep.
Perilous, the shadow slips the tides;
Red weeping stains the celadon of sleep.
Long fingers etched in white on Horror's black hilt,
Wan mouth sardonic-stain'd with Magick's Art,
Yet all the savage wrack and ruin dealt
Is as nothing to the Chaos ?round that heart...
The cloud of hair, the cheek as faint as frost,
The spell-shot edge of cruelty at his hip:
A Messenger so puissant and so lost
Is found again on intuition's tip.
Night's threshold opens as it did before,
And Winter's Wolf again waits at my door...
Anyway, here is a bit of a 'long-time-no-see' offering for both M and my favorite multiverse wanderer, E:
Revenant
In the wave severe, a dream shark glides;
Pale Water shows a dark side that runs deep.
Perilous, the shadow slips the tides;
Red weeping stains the celadon of sleep.
Long fingers etched in white on Horror's black hilt,
Wan mouth sardonic-stain'd with Magick's Art,
Yet all the savage wrack and ruin dealt
Is as nothing to the Chaos ?round that heart...
The cloud of hair, the cheek as faint as frost,
The spell-shot edge of cruelty at his hip:
A Messenger so puissant and so lost
Is found again on intuition's tip.
Night's threshold opens as it did before,
And Winter's Wolf again waits at my door...
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