The Ancient Eternal

And so you came, frightened and tentative at first as you were before but then seeing me as I really am, my eyes, wild and green, my breasts high, firm and pink tipped, my waist as slim as a reed and my very sex, swollen with longing and desire for you.

Even immortals dream my love, we dreamt that night and sometimes dreams can reach out and touch you as your mortal life could never dare. For it is your mind I live inside as surely as the moon rises over this strange world each night, a world devoid of mystery and magic. The meeting of our souls is worth one hundred thousand years spent languishing in purgatory, the rapture of our union, sweeter than an eon of blissful peace.

And the love went on that night, my only sorrow that in this world I am known as a witch when I am really a soul, perhaps not of your time, but a soul nonetheless who loves you and keens for you more as the milleniums pass.

The next morning you awoke and I had retreated back to the shadows. You were smiling and your hazel eyes were glowing with a happiness I had not witnessed since we had last been together many ages ago and I waited in the forest that day in dread that the fates could not be that unkind to me again. But they were. And with the Old Gods dormant, I had no one else to appeal to. You had fought and died for a young King named Arthur, again fighting for the safety of your own people while I, alone but for you have never understood this clannishness which takes you from me.

And so again I raged and slew, at a place called Badon where this King of yours cried a great victory and afterward I lingered lonely in the mists as ever, the night creatures my only companions.

Later, I sensed your spirit once more which took me on a long journey over the ocean to a land you mortals call America.

I travelled at first as an eagle, then, when my wings grew stiff and painful, the elements showed me kindness and changed me to water where I swam as a porpoise and met others of that kind who accompanied me, pitying me, but accepting me as their own. Travelling deep into the heart of the land, there you were. Your skin was darker but your eyes still glowed with the same hazel tones and your people gave me the name "Walks in the Shadows" as they were of an ancient race also and knew when the spirits were present. They knew I was there for you.....

Our spirits entwined once more, our bodies wet with lust and desire for each other, I dipped my breasts to your face and sat astride you, my hair a silken cloak which enshrouded us both from the cruelties of the world. But yet again, the next day, when my powers had melted back to darkness, men came with new weapons which put holes in men, and they struck you down. Why ? I screamed as once more I destroyed them.

And there have been other times when I followed you my brave strong man. - When you lived in a land where the people rose up and took the head of their King and Queen and I lost you again in your youth and valour.

When you sailed the seas on a frigate ship and fought against pirates - to defend. Always to defend.

But I have a secret my love.......

One which I have clutched to me this last century for fear my hope would be stolen.

For I have forseen the self destruction of mankind! Two mighty wars have waged and men will implode into their own greed and folly, already a steady rumble echoes from the core of the Earth as the Old Gods awaken.

One day soon the world will be as it was once more.