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“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.”

William Butler Yeats

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Summoning the Elements

Posted June 23, 2012 by Harper Ganesvoort in Arts, Photographs

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New Flickr Group: Wizards and Sorceresses

Sorceress 5

It seemed like a sad lack of Flickr groups to fit the bill for my photos in my previous article — so I created my own group.

If anyone has a picture of a Second Life mage of any kind or either sex, preferably going about an interesting (but clean) activity, you’re welcome to join the group and add it to our pool.  I’ll start hunting through other groups to issue invitations, as well.

I know there’s tons of creativity out there; I publish some of it periodically here, after all, and I’m not talking about my own.  Let’s see what you’ve got!!

Supplemental: I’ve started a similar group on Koinup, as I promised.

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SL Hallowe’en — The Sorceress

La Belle Dame sans Merci

La Belle Dame sans Merci

(The Visitor speaks:)

O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

(The Knight answers:)

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

Sorceress 2

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.”

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

Sorceress 7

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”

Sorceress 5

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

“La Belle Dame sans Merci”
John Keats

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The details:

  • Skin: Chai Diabla 05 (no longer available)
  • Lashes: the oBscene Artemis
  • Hair: Tukinowaguma Storm (ebony)
  • Gown: Innovations Gothika (Amber Glow), with cape
  • Jewelry: EarthStones Karuka series (purchased a la carte)

Wizard’s staff by Damanios Thetan (may be available as a freebie)

WindLight settings by Torley Linden — Dark Came Over

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