UntitledThe woman didn't appear to see the beauty of the snow, nor did her flesh feel the cold. The look on her face showed an eternity of sorrow and despair, as though nothing could compare to the darkness of what remained in her heart. She looked up at a row of ravens. The sat aloft in a distant tree that itself was as lifeless as she was. I felt scared, yet mesmerised. "I have to go and investigate" I thought to myself. Pulling on my black, furry snow-boots and my long, velvet cloak, I stepped out of the house. As I got closer to the lady, I saw shadows dancing in the night's sky. They swirled around the snow, yet their footsteps left no trace. Everywhere I turned, couples twirled silently around me. Stood in the centre of the circle, I looked up. The full moon bathed me in a mystical light.
Untitled I woke with a start. I was back in my own comfortable bed, with it's soft, silk purple duvet over me. Maybe it was just a dream, so I thought. I glanced out of the window to see that it was snowing. In the distance, I saw a woman all in white. The moonlight was showering over her, making her look as if she was glowing. She slowly turned around and gazed in my direction, just as if she knew I was looking at her. Her face was beautiful; she had long white wavy hair, cascading over her shoulders. She somehow reminded me of something familiar, as though she were a phantom of my memories...
Untitled Snow started to fall relentlessly from the sky; the icy chill pierced me right to the core. Frozen to that very spot, I stood, almost wraith-like, just watching. Silver wisps of energy started to wrap around the lady. She seemed to be fading away, as though the energy was evaporating her existence. I started to run. I came to a desolated part of the forest, where a lonely weeping willow stood. In this tree, dusted ever so lightly in a shimmery crystal coat, I sat almost frozen in time. I could neither think nor move. The chill was overwhelming, smothering my weak, mortal body in ice, enveloping me in death's icy embrace. Closing my eyes, I went to sleep, hoping that this was just some horrific nightmare.
Untitled A giant fiery orb appeared in front of me. A wave of energy hit me, filling my body with nothing but doom and despair. It was as though every bad thing I had every done was coming back to me tenfold. All of a sudden, the orb exploded into a mass of black fire, which spread all around the stone circle, enclosing me into its evil. Emerging from the fire, was what looked like a figure of a woman, but as she got closer, I saw two massive black wings behind her. Her hair was white and fell about her with a silhouetting innocence, over her dress of white lace and silk. Her grey eyes release a crimson tear. She opened her mouth, letting out the high-pitched cry, I had heard not moments ago. It filled my soul with seemed like everlasting sorrow.
Untitled The wind suddenly picked up, blowing my long ebony locks about my face. Droplets of rain fell around me, but strangely, the candles stayed lit. Stronger the energies grew, as I chanted the spell. It felt as though the energy was binding me to that very spot, pulling me to the ground not unlike a magnetic force. The wind and rain progressed into a mild storm, drenching my black, floor-length gown, yet the candles remained lit.
The atmosphere was becoming something dark, it seemed, yet magical. I felt something heavy fall onto my from behind, forcing me to stop abruptly. At that moment, a giant, high-pitched cry echoed around the forest. Anxiety grew inside of me, yet I stood there, transfixed to what stood before me...
UntitledThe full moon was shining like a giant ten pence piece in the indigo-coloured sky. Millions of stars were out, making the sky look like a sparkling ocean. The moon shone through the beautiful tall, deep green trees, emphasising the shadows that fell behind them, making them appear greater and more sinister. The once fully-bloomed flowers were now dead through the winter's chill. Golden, brown and red leaves coated the ground like a comforting blanket, crunching and rustling with each step. I approached the small stone circle that stood before me. Carefully and quietly, I lifted enough stones and leaves to clear a space to make my altar. I lay down my midnight-blue altar cloth onto the ground and lit two black candles, placing one into a clear glass lantern that I had hung onto a branch. When my altar was complete, I knelt down and started to chant, in the ancient language Sanskrit, my spell.