Secrets & Shadows

Joined June 2025

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At Secrets & Shadows, I explore mythology, pagan philosophy, and the structure beneath ritual and magic. An active practitioner of spellcraft and reflective thinker, writing at the intersection of devotion, discipline, and meaning.

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Twilight Waves and the Gift of Now
Twilight draped the sand in pinks and blues, and the sea, warm as an old secret, welcomed bare feet with a whisper. Children charged the waves like warriors unarmed,
By Secrets & Shadows6 months ago in Journal
The Bed You Made
You chose your rest where thorns entwine, Where honey drips from lips that lie. You built a throne from shattered trust— A crown of smoke, a love of dust.
By Secrets & Shadows7 months ago in Poets
Fragments Still Move Forward
There is no glory here. Only the soft crunch of broken glass beneath boots that do not stop. I walk because I must — not toward anything,
By Secrets & Shadows7 months ago in Poets
The Last Flame Of The Fallen
The stars had died. The gods had bled. Their bones lay cracked where Titans tread. The Bifrost snapped like rusted steel,
By Secrets & Shadows7 months ago in Poets
Beneath The Gasping Blue
Beneath the gasp of wave and sky, Where sun forgets to send its cry, I fell, not drifting—dragged by weight, As though the sea recalled my fate.
By Secrets & Shadows7 months ago in Poets
The White Demon
It came at dusk, when fire was low— that whisper through the winter snow. A flicker first, a curl of charm, no sword in hand, no show of harm.
By Secrets & Shadows7 months ago in Poets
A Throne of Unlived Days
Beneath the roots of time’s old tree, where breath and silence wed, I wandered lost—alive in name, but not in heart or head.
By Secrets & Shadows8 months ago in Poets
☀️ Toward the Sun ☀️
I woke to hush, to heat, to grace — a whisper brushed my weathered skin. The dawn had dressed the trees in lace, and begged me let the light back in.
By Secrets & Shadows8 months ago in Poets
A Letter From My Future Self
I am Ulf. No throne. No title. No fixed abode. Just two feet, a strong back, and the freedom to go where I will. Some nights I sleep beneath trees, my tent pitched quietly in a patch of forgotten woodland. Other times I settle behind the hedges at the edge of town, just beyond the garden where I was once a boy. And when the road calls louder, I sleep in my van — a faithful, rough-edged home I built with scraps and willpower.
By Secrets & Shadows8 months ago in Motivation
Salt, Sand, and Sanctified Sugar
Behold! A miracle of Midgard: I slept in. Until 9:30am, no less. A feat not achieved since the Battle of Broken Sleep began many moons ago, somewhere around the birth of my first youngling. And lo—upon waking, I felt not like a war-torn berserker clawing his way from the grave, but like a meadow flower kissed gently by the sun. (Well. A flower with lower back pain and plantar fascitis.)
By Secrets & Shadows8 months ago in Journal
The Ghost That Wore My Lover’s Face
Sadly, this is a true story. She didn’t arrive in firelight or fanfare. She arrived in fragments. In falters. In fuck-me eyes and faltering breath.
By Secrets & Shadows8 months ago in Fiction
“She’s Always a Woman” — and That Was the Problem
There’s a song I used to sing. Not at karaoke. Not in the car for fun. I sang it quietly, tenderly, as if casting a spell.
By Secrets & Shadows8 months ago in Writers

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Twilight Waves and the Gift of Now

The Bed You Made

Fragments Still Move Forward

The Last Flame Of The Fallen

Beneath The Gasping Blue

The White Demon

A Throne of Unlived Days

☀️ Toward the Sun ☀️

A Letter From My Future Self

Salt, Sand, and Sanctified Sugar

The Ghost That Wore My Lover’s Face

“She’s Always a Woman” — and That Was the Problem

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