GoldenRaven's blog: "And the Games begin"

Ears now hear the silence. Shimmering vibrations, Overwhelming. Such a void. Sweet the scent, not of the mind: But softly emanating from the ruffles buoyed. Upon a treasured pillow You bequeathed the smiles of love. A shadow, Parting the minds of madness, entering the garden cloyed. Twisted frames hold mellow peaks, If you seek, Is only then, you'll find The step by step to madness Is the step, by step, divine. By GoldenRaven thank you for the inspiration

Now be the dawn of another setting sun, The scorn, like waves, roll quietly. A hush, Picturesque pastels consume the mind discreetly. Fondling their way into the secluded catacombs of memories Driving all facets of coherent thoughts Sideways, Masked as thoughts of sanity. Beset by the falling darkness, Light breaks through the shadows, Sparkling against the sky, Dancing in the leaves of prevalence When Through the mist of twilight, Thrusts a naked thought. Dwelling within the times abound; Nigh the strength to hold is taught Shallow shades, crawling against the stained memories, Held deep in shadows cold. Eyes see not the crimson light, Through visions of solemn flickering flame bold. Pressed in shimmering halos From whence truth and lies became Yesterdays And the years become entwined. Occasions when we did not have the lust For subtle wine to blame.

Scamper the rats against the wall Here the piper call Two by two through doors of old Has not this story been told When the ice winds gather snow Hopeless encounters hearts fall slow Love left on the stairs of shallow Growing pains of yellow Still the waterfalls, no rainbows seen Weary traveller lost in dreams November heartache encounter fine Dry bread and water desires wine By GoldenRaven

Step into my shadow, You will see the wondrous light. Cries of glorious passion Through the spells of night. Crawl into my shadow, Feel the web of mystery! Learn the sight of the blind man, When then you just might see. Dream into my shadow, Darkness will mesmerise your mind Drawing from the memories past, Only then, the light you'll find. Call the demons of hell it self. Thrusting thorns in hearts that grow. Dance among the mist of darkness, And step into my shadow. By GoldenRaven

Compressed within the time abound. Cascading fingers of twilight, Slither tenderly into the maddening darkness. Reach, as I do every day. Touch not the hope of heart. The flame of yester year dwindles not. A place in my soul forever be. Someone I know not. Not really. Yet a lover you are to me. By GoldenRaven

Elizabethan stained white bricks Smoke from the chimney flows Feel of warmth within the setting As an Ivy Winter grows Rows of rose thorns, line the path Dormant seasons, colours eclipse Fingers of greens cling to life. Ivy covering, brick to brick. Red, and blue stain glass windows Through to winter snow line, settles, Ivy plays with mistletoe The bloom of a soft white petal Lovers walk the chilly paths Warmed by each others gaze. Sun on high, as cold wind blows On a frosty Ivy winters day Nestled inside the Elizabethan home, An old lady warms her hands. An open fire, amongst an antique setting, She remember the love of her man Winter Ivy, this withered old girl Her heart was taken away. Fifty years she love this man Even in death, she still loves him today The winter sets its tears upon , A gentle reminder,Of a time of long ago They both would dance, in the warmth of the fire When ever the Ivy would start to grow An old fat tabby, clambers to the arm of her chair Ivy pats with her shaking affection In front of the fire, day after day Together in their own protection An Ivy winter passes with time Soon the spring dance will come. Deep in the soul, a vivid memory remains Of Ivy and the man that she loved. By GoldenRaven

You have a soul with angels dance The beauty in you no common trance Drugged by the potion of your kiss Spellbinding thoughts in me a bliss. Power of your hands is a gentle touch The woman inside I love so much Delicate soft skin around eyes of fire Passion that burns so I'll never tire. The voodoo that you do so very well I fall deep in the cast of your loving spell Some may say what I have is tragic. But you have a very special kind of magic. By GoldenRaven

Sensuality glistens, across the still dark bay Moonlight flickers. Fireflies dance and play The restless tide rolls slowly into sleep Under the blanket of the Harbour Moon deep Strolling along white carnation sands; Sensuous music of a far off band Dance and sway - trees in the wind Under a Harbour moon, passion begins Clatter, clatter as a train pulls free Whistle; Silence; move; anothers journey. Swash, the gentle waves kiss the beach. Harbour moon, lights souls in reach Foreshore wonders as the tiny crabs scurry away Clickety, clickety, click, of the claws as if to say Heaven is home, on nights like this Angel lights on Harbour Moon bliss Silk ribbons of passions candles caress your face Velvet smile dressed in fine white lace Spell cast magic for hearts to swoon Love drunken souls under Harbour Moon Moments tender illuminating free Hand in hand with serenity By GoldenRaven

Once upon time there was a little girl named Red Riding Hood, ( well she was short ok !) nice looking young lady and never would. ( NEVER WOULD? She did it all the time the little hussy). A handsome wolf, well! Maybe if you were a wolf. In love with Red Riding Hood, that was his trouble, the wolf he thought they would make a great couple. Thinking of tender times when he would make her so happy, how? Lustful thoughts he was having now. Would the wolf win the heart of such beauty see, together is where they should be. A busty wench, Red Riding Hood, She likes all the boys as she passed through the woods. Grandma is just what she tells her mom, boys she meets, for rough sessions discrete, rumbles in the hay you may say, all dressed up and no one to blow, on her knees she only knows. The wolf, he see her every day, and wished with him she would play, he thinks a plan is needed here, so in her heart she would show no fear. Sneak up on a grandma and eat that guy, dress in his cloths so Red Riding Hood would not be shy. One morning an hour before Red was to show, the wolf did eat one guy you know, (It did not agree with him must have been Catholic.) Waiting in the woods, for Red to come, with hope on his face, time for the wolf to get some, Hello Red from behind the bushes heard, Come here my sweet, we won't be disturbed. Red Riding Hood looked deep in the eyes of this stunning creature, oh what big brown eyes you have, all the better you see you do what you do best my dear, Oh what big teeth you have, all the better to eat you with my dear, ooh what a big???? you have, all the better for you, to eat me dear. Down Red went for her starting bite, amazed at the length of this wonder sight, all day long they huffed and puffed, oops wrong story. They spent the day bright , hearts burning into the night, one and all had a howling good time, Happy times are now at foot, for Red and this wonder wolf, every day they meet the same way, only thing is, none to many guys left to eat. Moral of the story: - when you go fishing in this game of love, just hang it out there and maybe you to will get a nibble.

Envisage nigh the light of angels see, Dawn sweet quiet drops of passion dew. Upon the lips of desire, suckle divine. Breast of love in distance view. Be only fantasy, in eyes of flowers white, Beats fine rhythm across the sky. Part thereof soul be given, One night and this peasant shall die. Eyes to dine in your harvest moon, Pleasure a heartbeat away. Kiss me sweet long, then we'll be. Lost for hours, play. By Craig Williams © 2007 Craig Williams (All rights reserved)