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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Sleeper - Edgar Allan Poe

The Sleeper 
by  Edgar Allan Poe
1831










The Sleeper

A midnight in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dew, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dipping, drop by drop.
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The roseymary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its brest.
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take.
And wonder not, for the world, awake,
All Beauty sleeps!-and lo!where lies
Irene, with here Destinies!

O. lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
and wave the curtain canopy
so fitfully-so fearfully-
above the closed and fringed lid
'Neath which they slumb' ring soul lies hid,
That, o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!

Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
strange, above all, thy length of trees,
And this all solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps! oh may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheet ghost go by!

My  love, she sleeps! may her sleep
As it is lasting , so be deep!
soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that often has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o'er the crested palls,
of her grand family funerals-

Some Sepulchre, remote, alone
Against whose portal she hath thrown, 
In childhood, many an idle stone
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
she ne'er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.

posted by Wendy

Cynthias Fairies and Me





Monday, May 6, 2013

Black Dragons - Legend/Myth

Black Dragons
The Black dragon has a particular form of element that is based on their natural element that allows
them to adapted to any environment they choose that they are in based on the special natural element they have which is - (Energy)

History~
These Black creatures of the night are part of the Earth Element family dragons-
They say that they are the most civilized race of the black dragons. Which make me believe that there are more than one type of species of the Black Dragon. I just haven't found they other Yet! But until then. Here is the history of this particular Black dragon.
For the black dragons of the East - Black is a Chaotic color  too. These dragons are said to cause lighting storms when they are fighting. 
Deathwings-
These dragons are said to be Pure Evil.  The Deathwing is one of the fiercest and most evil creatures
in existence today. He has destroyed many ancient cities and often makes deals with intelligent races, trading members of his own dragon flight crew for slaves and humans. And other interests in conceal different worlds. 

  Appearance~
They say that that the Black Dragons are cruel with callous looking features, almost serpentine looking for some of these dark dragons. 
The Black Dragons are quite large, thickly built with a massive chest and long, sensuous necks. 
It's hide is a rich and lustrous black with large scales that are supple yet hard as lava stones.
Black dragons do not shed individual scales, but rather molt once a year-
Usually by spending a week resting within a lava flow of an active volcano, which will peel off and consumes their discard skin, The skin of a black dragon nearing its molted grows dull grey.
Most Male- Black Dragons appear with their horns and wings in a shade of a orange or brown. 
Most Female- Black Dragons are black with their horns and wings being a purplish in color. 
But this isn't always the rule! There are some Black Dragons that are Black from head to tail. These dragons are using called Deathwings.
A crest made of peaked bone spikes run from its head down it back all the way down to his enormous tail. And those bristles that run down his entire back to his tail, well when the great beast gets angry all of those spikes will pop out.
His fangs shine a coppery red and deep inside its massive jaws is a constant sulphurous light that emits a faint glow.
Some  say that the Black Dragon has the most powerful breathe of the world-
So strong that they can create and sustain Blue and White flames. There are very few dragons of the race that have ever been able to do this- 
They are also very resident. Their ability to pull pure energy from their surroundings allows them to survive where other dragons would not. There is a rumor that there essence turns into pure energy 
when they succumb to a fatal blow or die at an very old age.  

Element Power of Energy in their Environment~
These Black dragons can transform the Energy they gather from the relationships between the living
things that surround them and translate it into a particular effectively spells. They are also expert at deception and hiding, which is why they are seldom found. If they desire to remain hidden from prying eyes of other dragon kin or even human or elves's - their abilities extend to objects which can leave their lairs and the items of value extremely difficult to locate.  

My Thoughts on the Black Dragon~ 
Black dragons are thought to be the most evil of all the other dragon race that I've have done. and I believe this will be true because of a number of reasons. 1) They have a deceptive way of doing things and are often doing these thing to meet their own needs. 
They are know as the Plight of the Land. Meaning they usually and are loathed by the people they live near. 2) When you think about it, Black Dragons are like the undead - And considered evil 
simply because of their color.
3) Black is know as a color of evil typically. It represents dark and the chaotic too. These dragons are also known for clearly not like being in the open and are great a hiding in dark planes or cave etc. Which clearly has given their name as the dark dragons.
But to sum this up in my own opinion. I believe that the dark dragon or Black dragons are evil . Even with all this with the color. It doesn't really matter.  
I hope that you also enjoy the images that I have found. 
The Artist have done a beautiful job 
as always. Note; they are not mine
images...
Wendy
Cynthias Fairies and me

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Dragons & Legends Mount Pilatus

Dragons & Legends Mount Pilatus 
Mount Pilatus in the Swiss Alps
This is a great true story that I found in my quest for 'The love of  the Dragon!"
I hope that you all well enjoy this wonderful true story too about the legend of the
Pilatus Dragons in the regions of Mount Pilatus~
The Mountain itself is quite grand at a height of 2132 feet above sea level. 
It was believed that in medieval times that there were dragons with healing powers that live in the rugged clefts and crevices of the Mount Pilatus.
In the summer of 1421 a powerful dragon flew to mount Pilatus and landed so close to a farmer by the name of Stempflim that he fainted. When the farmer came to, he discovered  a lump of coagulated blood and a dragon stone, the healing powers of which were officially confirmed in 1509.

The chronicle of Petemann Etterlin tells how Regional Winkelried killed one of the Mount Pilatus dragons: He wrapped a spear with thorn twigs and thrust into the open mouth of the dragon, finishing the beast off with a sword. In the process drops of poisonous dragon's blood spurted onto his hand. These drops- And the poisonous breathe of the dying dragon - froze the blood in Winkelried's veins and he also met his death.

In the early hours of the morning of 26 May 1 1499, a wondrous spectacle was seen in Lucerne; after a terrible thunderstorm, an enormous, wingless dragon rose out of the wild waters of the River Reuss at the Spreuer bridge, The beast had probably been taken by surprise by the thunderstorm and washed down from Mount Pilatus in the Krienbach, which flows, into the Reuss beneath the Jesuit church. 
Several - well respected and educated townspeople authenticated the truth of this story. 

HOW THE YOUNG COOPER WAS SAVED BY THE PILATUS DRAGONS~
One sunny day, a young Cooper arrived in the Pilatus Regions.  It was late in the year and he was searching for rods with which to make barrel hoops in winter. Deep in his search, without thinking, he climbed higher and higher up the forbidden mountain. Not until dusk began to full he realize with horror that he was just beneath the summit. Terrified, he started to hurry downwards but stumbled and lost his footing. He tumbled down and down into a deep black void and finally lost consciousness when he came to, with a painful swelling on his forehead, the sun was already high in the heavens. But all he could see was a tiny glimpse of blue sky. He was trapped in a cave deep inside the mountain!
The opening through which the daylight was shinning was far, far above his head. Oh no, what could that be?
He peered deeper into the darkness of the cave and his blood froze in his veins! Two gigantic beasts with scaly bodies and fiery breath were staring at him. 
Believing his last moment had come, the cooper crossed himself, his hands shaking with fear as the beasts slowly drew closer and closer to his great astonishment, the enormous creatures meant him no harm. They sniffed him all over, curiously but gently, before again turning to lick at the moon-milk, welling rich and thick form the cave walls. 

And so the Cooper spent the next few months in the dragons den. Winter covered the Mountain with
ice and snow, but he remained quite snug and warm in the cave, eating the moon-milk and at night nestling like a baby into the warmth of the dragons huge bodies.

One glorious day, the spring sun burst into the cave. Birds chirped joyfully outside and the sweet scent of the thousands of spring flowers stole into the depths of the Great Mountain. The dragons lifted their great horny heads and unfurled their mighty wings. One of them flew right out into the warm spring sunshine. But the second dragon came close to the cooper and snorted gently, as if to tell him that the time had come to leave their winter home. The cooper plucked up the courage, and grabbed hold of the dragons tail and suddenly they were both soaring in the fresh spring air, high above the cave. Carefully the dragon lowered him onto a flower - carpeted meadow. The young man waved to his winter companions for a last time before he took his heels running as fast as he could back to the valley. 

Such rejoicing as never before was heard in Lucerne as the copper's friends flung their arms around him. They had long given him up for Lost! He had to tell the incredible story of his rescue on the dreaded mountain over and over and over again.
Finally he had the tale of his adventure embroidered on a silken tunicle, still found to this day in the possession of the church of St. Leodegar in Lucerne. 

Ever since then, the Pilatus dragons have been revered as good - natured, helpful creatures . And sometimes, on a dark night, when the moon is playing hide and seek behind ragged clouds, a giant shadow passes across its face. Visitors to Mount Pilatus may just catch the faint sounds of the beating of leather wings. Should this happen and a trace of the beneficial power dust lightly dust over you when you visit this magical place indeed. Then you are indeed a very lucky person. Because it is said that you have be dusted by the Pilaus Dragons.
When I found this story I fell in love with it. Also the history and the truth of what the descendants have to say in this story was wonderful. I just had to share. 
These images are of  - Mount Pilatus and the tiny picture is  of the church - St. Leodegar in Lucerne. 
I thought it would be fun for you all to see the actual Mountain that the dragons were in -  And the Church where copper had his story embroidered on a silken tunicle for generations to come.
I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I did.
To find more about the Mount Pilatus 
www.pilatus.ch/en/the-mountain/legends-myths/
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