“Imperatrix Mundi - Queen of The World" by Jo Blankenberg. Position Music
Publishing - "Cronos" (Time)
The Donna Darkwolf weaving her Magick in our lounge. Such a deep, warm Spirit of the Universe.
Photographed for an interview in Marie Claire or Cosmopolitan.
I have The Darkwolf breathing down my back. In my ear. Gasping down my Neck!!! Whispering...
Rota tu volubilis,
Michi quoque niteris;
Nunc per ludum
Fero tui sceleris.
I have a wife... and women are difficult enough.
A Priestess - who lives by the Knife.
A Witch born in fire - who wants me to taste the Fire.
And a Dark Wolf sleeping in my bed. "To protect You", she whispers.
"I checked all the corners - Just as you said". She says.
I feel safer, Already.
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She is a delight – to explore her Mind. She may be difficult at times
(it appears). Inconsolable with logic (it appears). Nibbling down to the
sheer basics (it appears). I was Donna's "Minion", because of all the things
I was doing for her so I listened.
She so loved the Minions from "Despicable Me."
Her Math is passable... But her mind is continually calculating every possible outcome, in any scenario. With cold, blue fire... to the Nth degree.
Donna is a gentle soul, who with little provocation, can become your worst
nightmare. She knows that. I have her admissions of such.
We were lovers for a time... then we settled in to being adversaries. We were not fighting each other – so much as coming to terms with something in our each, own self.
She scolded me for being a “martyr”. Well, if doing right and being helpful, is being a “martyr”... well, Donna, you are welcome to your own opinion.
It was only after she discovered The Minions, that she stopped admonishing me for "being a martyr", for doing things for her.
The Minions cheered her up immensely - and she was pleased to have her "own personal, private Minion!"
She was a "Goat-Footed Woman". Like a mountain goat.
How the hell do those creatures, with those hooves STICK to the side of a mountain precipice???
And its NOT magic. Fearless determination?
Stepping into harms way...?.... UNSTOPPABLE...
I was astonished to discover that I was her "hero". I always thought, and belived that Donna Darkwolf was my hero. And still is - today. One of Us!
Donna loved to proclaim - or whisper:
"What are the chances of a Soldier and a Witch? My Franco?
Calculate THIS!...I am waiting..."
I explained that THAT was why I was some times referred to as the Stainless
Steel Rat by my comrades... was because at the end of any shit thrown at
me, I come out cold and shiny.
You can steal my heart and you can steal my soul. In the end – it is all shiny Steel.
Then you can Look In Me, and see yourself reflected. I am your mirror. You see yourself in me.
Donna and I? We saw ourselves in each other.
It has been a humbling experience to discover that through all this, I
was HER hero.
I was never a hero. And if they ask what we were doing? You can tell them:
"We were doing our Job!"
The person who threatened my life is, it seems, was testing my steadfastness, to match her own goals.
In pretty much the same way that I tested her to the limits of cold, hard logic.
Donna Darkwolf and I were never just friends.
We were more like comrades-in-arms. Dont have to like each other. But you better be sure as Hell better be that upon which to depend upon, when the metal meets the meat.
Donna is and was my lover and my wife... yes. However, she was more than that. My Hero.
I have lost my last good companion soldier. For now...
"This is only Au Revoir - Not goodbye", Donna wrote.
My Only Beautiful Friend. My Shiny Wife. My Donna Strega Bella ...
AirMobil3 Will fetch you in the morning.
In the Undiscovered Country...
I will find you. Bring you back
AirMobil3 out... Rolling...
On our signal... love you Wolf... RUN!