Dream Concepts
Summer turning to winter brought a still upon the Russian people, once the Romanov's vanished into the fiery sky. The souls of light, caught between the emotions of mind, drifting in a moment. A memory ......in the still. Vague distorted visions........ forever etched.
Lady of the Lake
A glowing crescent moon beckoned, through the Blurred blanket of water. Laying in a still, a moment until, the seasons started to change, from cold, to the warmth of spring. Memories of faded time, that stills, in the cold of winter, only to waken when the seasons change. A ghostly presence, to surface, both in body and soul. When histories desires lead the souls of body, to conflict for power. Finding a pathway to mystery along with sorcery. Pulling all the elements together, to bring forces upon the opposed. Fighting for power, where wealth and riches bring greater drive, to those with legions of might. When love became second, in will and man. Until they had to seek out the will of all strength, forged from a realm of power unknown by man. Looking for Excalibur, kept in the depths. In the seasons of time, only to be beckoned by the strongest and purest of will. Not understanding the mysteries of the past, or how the sword became the power forged.