In the glow of a winters frozen moon.

This poem was inspired by a line

«In the glow of a winters frozen moon»

from my good friend https://

blogofthewolfboy.com

and is Mathew who is the author behind this blog.

When I read that line.. my mind and brain went crazy. Words started to spin and squeeze into my writing arm and I just had to let the ink dance over the paper.

I am honored to call you my friend.

Thank you Mathew.

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In the glow of a winters frozen moon

In the wilderness night she is trying to

create her own snow angel with hope

she can sparkle togheter with the snow

crystals in the moonlight

tears falls down her cheek finding

their own ways in her skin

unresolved

her sadness is the gateway to redemption

to know her sadness in silence

she is searching for something she can’t

reach

she is off the deep end

will she awaken the phoenix or

the demons in your soul

in the embers of broken hearts her life

is a shadow of ghosts in darkrising

and she will never shine anywhere

but in the moonlight

she whisper your name gazing at the moon

among with the rustling autumn brown

leavs from last year

vulnerable

in the glow of a winters frozen moon

you are the silhouette of her heart in

every painful moments

until their hearts touch she is just a vibe

you can’t find nowhere else.

-Orkidedatter-

My collection of poems.

Well, this is my cover of my book.

It will eventually be published in both

English and Norwegian language.

I am so exited, but it will take some time…

But knowing that this dream will

eventually come true is incredible.

I work with this process almost day and

night for a while and have done it too and I

continue to it is published…

I just want you to know…

I love you all folks

Take care.

-Orkidedatter-

-Lullaby-

Nobody knew how much she blamed

herself

she can’t breath in the end of the midnight

moonlight show her the path

she can’t get him out of her mind

one picture bringing back so

many memories

she can’t breath in the end of the midnight

she can hear the angels voice

a silent Lullaby

he is her univers

she is just a little human on earth

dancing with the moonlight shadow

mesmerized

faithless

pain – tasted blood

shoot her, the voice of the death said

she believe – hell is all she catch

the devils Lullaby is awakening

nobody gonna miss her

crawling on the floor

single bourbon on ice

a perfect storm in her head mixed with

a destroyed Lullaby on her jukebox

’cause this is where the country girl

slips away

she has bucked off.

-Orkidedatter-

Olsok: A summernight

Olsok is the celebration of (Olav den hellige) Olav the Saint’s death at Stiklestad (Trondheim) July 29, 1030. An important part of Norway’s history.

(Poem in English text after Norwegian text).

Hennes norske blod

rødt som kveldssolen

renner i hennes vikingårer

som er like blå som isbreen

hennes hud er melkehvit

som den kalde vintersnøen

hun danser mellom fjell og

daler der fossefall bruser

nedover til fjorden

en sommerkveld med blomster i håret

lett kjole som blafrer i vinden

hun er som en nyutspringet svart

rose med et hint av rødt mørke

har tent et bluss

har vunnet et slag

det knitrer i gledesbålet

med et merke av kjærlighet

som regnbuens tegn under skyene

så unik som hvert et snøfnugg

svømmer hun under stjernene

i nattens månelys i

romantikkens hav.

-Orkidedatter-

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Her Norwegian blood

red as the evening sun

runs in her viking veins

which is as blue as the glacier

her skin is milky white

like the cold winter snow

she dances between mountains

and valleys where waterfalls

flow down to the fjord

a summer night with flowers

in the hair

a dress that flutter in the wind

she is like a fresh blossoming

of black roses with a touch

of red darkness

has lit a flame

has won a battle

it crackles in the joyful fire

with a mark of love

like the rainbow signs under

the clouds

as unique as every snowflake

she swims under the stars

in the moonlight of the night

in the ocean of romance.

-Orkidedatter-

My Black Stallion

When no one can save her

invisible heroes

she takes her Black Stallion with a name

after the dark, shines blue in

the sun’s rays

gallops into the sunset

freedom

maybe this time memories

fade into the ocean

dreams are so alive

day’s like a slow train ticking by

all she can hear is your

words haunting her

can’t get the melody out of her mind

she wonder if she is past the

point of rescue

often she hope her life is a fairytale

in a horror movie

she can’t close the door to her heart

she swears she never fall like this again.

-Orkidedatter-

Shades of black scars…

She tries to find peace because her heart

will heal

It’s beautiful, but worn

It has been attempted repaired

With needle and thread

If you look closely, you can see the shade of

the stitches torn off time after time

Looking even further in, deep behind her

heart, you can watch a glimpse of a face

It is like the shadows waving in the wind

You realize that the face belongs to the

heart, because they are equally ghostly

She turns her face away in disgust and

loathing

It storms in the heart’s rhythm

Faster and

faster, she won’t be anymore

It is like thorns from «the black rose» being

thrown at her, and she feels an

indescribable pain in her heart and it’s

burn in her soul

In the face behind the heart tears flow like

a waterfall

As a veil, they embrace her heart and dig

«the river of tears» bigger and demper

Tears from a darkness that no little girl

should know about

Tears from a scared soul that a soul never

should know about

Tears from a place within a little girl never

knew she had

A stolen body…but always a soul and a

heart that she hid and protected

Can she be whole again?

Is the last flame extinguished?

She can feel her heartbeat, breathes deeply

and try to find calmness

She wipes away the tears that quietly fall

down her cheek

Her body remembers

The heart knows

Her mind can deceive her

All of the emotions and experiences are

stuck in her body as the pain of a thorn

-Demons are screaming the worst she can

senses-

Her eyes can’t stop crying, her soul is

working to heal, her mind is trying to

connect with heart

A thousand broken pieces of her heart is

laying beside her in a chest of sorrows

With all her scars she begins to feel the

various nerves of the black paths

Trails she never wants to join again

They’ll be with her to the end of life and

she’ll try everything she can to make new

paths bright and beautiful next to the dark

ones…

-Orkidedatter-

My little «pearl» in Norway

Today’s dose of nature’s own energy.

I can breathe again

from the beauty of the water I let my dark

thoughts float down with the river

they end up in the ocean somewhere

they fade on their journey

I hope I never meet them again

I watch the sky, blue and beautiful, but

sometimes it is dark and powerful.

My feelings running through my veins, fast

and furious. It can be powerful too.

Sometimes it scares me

Sometimes I can reflect

Sometimes I can look back

Sometimes I can look forward

Sometimes I just want to be in the

presence of nature.

Often I dream

Often I don’t want to come back to my life

Often I hope my life is a fairytale in a

horror movie, but my life

is real.

-Orkidedatter-

The Dark Prince

She hear you shouts at night and

Your voice is filled with grief.

Her curtain fluttering and

she can feel

your breath

She lift her heand to her heart,

and it`s like drums

 and she can’t

stand still.

Her spirit dances in flames

along with

demons and elves

in the night sky.

She follows you wherever you go

She needs you and admires you, take

her with you.

She’s yours

She has nothing to be afraid of.

You’re not dangerous.

The Dark prince comes closer with his

violent tongue.

You scream her name.

She continues to dance around in sircles.

The wind grabs her soul

 and you grab her heart.

Her spirit stops for a moment.

Need help from the goodness of light,

cherishes for her freedom,

 but she can`t resist your beauty.

Your poisonous heart is like a snake

who wrapped around her

and she can’t breathe.

Please, put an end to her pain.

You laugh and throw off your shadow.

In the flames you grow large and powerful.

She’s lost.

She’s yours

Spirit and soul,

believe and fight

live and die.

-Orkidedatter-

Unwritten destiny.

Inferno in her heart

her sacred black rose

of darkness are being colder

inhaling the scent of her essence

under the moon of shaken sadness

she is dancing with her archangel

our bodies getting drunched in

Angels tears from heaven

make her scream your name

in vain across your black eyes

penetrate her soul

her pain are the echoes of dust

you can hear rattle within

with a wolf heart she has been

thrown out to the pack

fighting for life unwritten destiny

in her chapter of love

the unspoken voice in the soulless

wind changing her shadow

her spirit of the darkened path

perhaps she will return leading

the pack…

Orkidedatter

Unwritten destiny.

Inferno in her heart

her sacred black rose of

darkness are being colder

inhaling the scent of her essence

under the moon of shaken sadness

she is dancing with her archangel

our bodies getting drunched in

Angels tears from heaven

make her scream your name

in vain across your black eyes

penetrate her soul

her pain are the echoes of

dust you can hear rattle within

with a wolf heart she has

been thrown out to the pack

fighting for life unwritten destiny

in her chapter of love

the unspoken voice in the soulless wind

changing her shadow

her spirit of the darkened path

perhaps she will return leading the pack…

-Orkidedatter-