Once upon a time there was a lone Dryad who had a vision of a perfect woman, she was to be his Bardess, his healer, his love. And so this Dryad wandered the lands searching for his love, and finally one day four years later he found her and on that day he swore to never let her go. For to be without her would be a type of death, for to be without her would be without love and life...

So each day he sings to her through his words of love, each day he tells her just how much she is to him. To him she is his Goddess, his Soulmate, his Bardess, his Healer, his love. With her white light, with her purity he is given clearance, he is given joy , love and peace. This Dryad be I,  I am called Thoron by the Pagans, Stráif by the Dragons, Blackthorn by the Fey, the Merlyn Blackthorn by my coven the Circle of the Elements. I am a Celtic/Pagan Dryad, a practionor of Dragon and Ceremonial Magick and I am whole with her by my side...

Now I ask that you take a look at my paradise, my perfect drug, my living dream, my beloved Bardess. Enter to find a shade of rose...