The wolf the killer of dreams who prowls the night in search of fresh blood to lick the arteries and drain the souls of the unfortunate wanders. The body matters not for it is the blood it desires like vampires of the pack. The beast howls and hunts with loyalty to his brothers equally who thirst for the satiated desire. Dripping delight with every lick to weaken and kill to join the dreamer in that lustful deadly dance called death. The power of the pack creates a cruel delight in the hunt and in the kill they drink the essence of life. In folklore the powerful eat the heart of their victims as the wolf does and as he consumes his power and ferocity grows. He ceases to be a mere wolf his aura takes on the apparitions of the wolfman of imagination. To bite and snarl with lust unabated death becomes the frenzied delight of murderous passion without control. The moon glows across the deadly scene when the auras of the pack become one and the essence is hot and red upon the ground. Cry the wolf, cry the killer of souls , cry the dreamer of hearts and blood as the nightmare becomes the fantasy of hell.
Black cats are bad luck and the witches muse/ Who killed the wicked witch of OZ? Nay it was murder most foul who will pay the devil his due or does a witch prevail upon an angel …who is to say what evil meets your mind in those witching hours nay I pray to know who killed that most loving witch ???
The snake knows he is powerful but he is still fearful and will run if he can .
The spider is an innocent creature yet he inspires such hatred and fear. He is after all a natural killer he weaves his net and casts it to the breeze and only the silver threads reflect in the moon. A witches friend for only she can tames the 8-legged creature. He eats the flies and butterflies and spits out all the bones. He never goes far from his prey on the web he will stay. He is a fisher of souls and he repairs his web with ghostly threads of his dead. This is a cycle of his life to poison and kill to cocoon and eat the blessed meat. To eat build his web of the deadly threads of souls, now entombed inside the spider the innocent deadly spider.
A short tale of Allenhdoor
The witch of Allenhdoor had taken the castle with her dwarf armies. Small men with ferocious wolves. A murder of ravens the sky black with her forces. They swooped in to first pecked the eyes from the kings men, who defended the walls. Then came the wolves to rip their throats and the job half done it only required a dwarf man to slice the heads from their bodies. Blood ran like water and her small dragons from the Island of Pagoda finished off the morsels. The dragon master was reptilian in appearance some say he was born of the incestuous love of reptiles. The witch of Allenhdoor wore white so beautiful she sparkled and shone like a dazzling moon beam. She was in appearance innocent evil men fell at her feet. But she had no lover she would never know love. Such was her chastity such was her fate. There was only one love and she dared not whisper his name lest the devil heard it. He was brave handsome dark eyes dark hair and love surrounded him in a blue light which shone from his armour. He rode a great steed and she grew weak when she whispered his name silently on the breeze. He did not love her and she had grown sad and so she took the castle of a goodly king and locked his daughter in the dungeon. She thought the dragons might like a princess for dinner or maybe the spiders could cocoon her, For the moment she lived and the witch enjoyed the crawling creatures. What would happen would the knight come to rescue the princess???? next episode we shall discover. spiders and snakes joined in games of climbing castle walls going up the briar’s and the blood red roses. while the ravens sat and ate the lady bugs. The wolves slept and the dragons finished their feast. The sun rose to a reddened sky all quiet in the castle. The slithering creatures lay silent their poison to deliver to any moving thing. No one saw the shadow moving it crept up the roses and passed over the wall. It stepped across the sleeping dragons and silently moved down the stairs to that place of torture. She saw the shadow she knew hope. Suddenly a ray of light from a candle on the stair a shine so bright the shadow disappeared. The light grew brighter as the witch stepped closer to the cell; she smiles to see the dread in the eyes that looked back. She laughed and turned away and the light shut the door behind her. closed doors bar the escape she sat in silence she wondered where had the shadow gone? Maybe she never saw the shadow, maybe she dreamed the shadow into life. She sat now without any more illusion. The princess was imprisoned and feared that death would come here in this cold grey doom. Maybe the light of the moon would never be seen again. Maybe this was the happy ending to see only the black of space. no star to dement the mind, no light to hope without cause. Just empty skies to give peace of spirit. To accept the void, to sit in the void. The Keep became her home the witch moved the prisoner to the keep and there she watched the stars and heaven seemed closer than ever before. The moon shone and the days were long but breezes blew all manner of dreams in to her little world. The roses could be seen and smelt ,there was a bed to lay upon and books to read. She looked across the fields and in winter they were white and in summer green . One day she was sitting reading and she looked at her shadow. She knew she was not alone. At night he was always in her dreams. The wicked Queen grew ever more powerful and hope faded. Many in the castle believed this to be wrong that the dearest lady was in the castle keep. It was not long before a stranger came into her life a rider came to the castle he was dark and brutish. He walked with his sword no one bothered such a powerful looking man the snakes hid the dragons slept and the queen watched from her window. Many were in the castle this day. The princess looked down as he looked up and their eyes saw a friend in each other. He did not know how but this stranger wanted to help the girl. He went to the queen and saw her beauty. He was a determined man, a strong man but the queen was far too caught in the gaze of the knight ,the shadow. This man was not to be undone so he set a plan of rescue. He took great heart and crept to the keep killing snakes and dragons as he went and several guards lost their lives. He would not risk the front gate rather they would jump to the ocean below , the castle sat on the edge of the sea. Rocks jutted out he knew he could jump the distance. He would throw the princess from the keep and pray she would survive it. So he did he took her hand and he swung her around and hurled her as far as his strength would allow. He saw her hit the water and he ran and jumped as far out as he could. They were both in the water and swam to the shore. Horses waited and they travelled far from the castle to the sands of the desert. They travelled the old silk road to a new life in the exotic east a place of wonder and beauty. She only sometimes remembered her love of the shadow but every time she remembered him a tear ran down her cheek. love never lost its pain. Life however did go on but never quite the same.