If given the choice between terminal cancer or immortalality, I would choose cancer everytime. Imagine waking up every day for ever and having to make the bed,do the washing,get the groceries,tend to family,go to work....sounds like hell to me. I'll take...

Chantress Diviner of dragons Who feels wyverns move through earth Weave deeply of the dream spring vision Rich hymns to Gaia, mother primordial Sing in sacred grove circled Drawing power from the ancient First born of earth Holly and oak The deep scented firs Sing the sighing of wind...

Candles too are mortal when alight. When their wicks are cold and black, candles will desire that flame in their life.   When candles bleed like us, it requires love accompanied with pain. That punishing, silent cry of dripping wax...   That bleeding light we all crave, yet...