http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aethelwyne The original writings of author Aethelwyne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016763 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   As Nightunfurls its murky veil and cast it upon the livings, our souls are dancing in alake; the lake of lost chastity, dressed in the finest of silver, as the Moonhas chosen. And the hills, the streams and blossoms, are dancning to the birds'delightful hymns that praise the advent of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aethelwyne/1965825/ Something quick; a mere attempt to describe the two sides of our memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aethelwyne/1964320/ A little something I had written when my grandfather made it to the afterlife... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aethelwyne/1964307/ In thehollow of the night,When thedarkness grew so mightAnd thefrαgrance ofdespair filled the air,Purgatorylaments were sang to shareThetorments of the moon's eternal slaves.In aspell everlasting, olden their wit is now enshrined.In avicious, morbid danc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aethelwyne/1963974/ 'TisSummer.Songs ofwaves and hymns of streams are scattered.A lumpentwined they shape.'TisSummer.Tastethe briny drops that sink upon your sun-kissed skin.Thesecrets of the ocean hear, as they lie hiddenin thedepths of bitter exaltation.'TisSummer.Let m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aethelwyne/1963973/