A bit of hope to start your week Set asides the doom For the sake of your soul Yes dangers still will loom And trials take their toll. Yet still there is laughter And children still play. The sun still rises in grandeur And night flows into day. Though worries may yet trouble Our minds… Read More Passing of Doom
Now for something different: a silly little thing sparked by a friend miss hearing “Pirate Ships On the Horizon”. Pirate Sheep on the Horizon They sail from shore to shore Plowing through the deep green waves Then returning home once more. Their black sails stand up smartly From their woolly backs And the fleet raids… Read More Pirate Sheep
Poking at a few things, mostly dark days do not last. The fog of war will lift whatever that war may be. Clumbsy work full of holes Yet praised unto the sky. Dedication scorned and mocked And Driven ‘til it dies. Proud the voice on stolen throne That claims it cannot fall. Loud the choice… Read More Fog of War
This is a bit darker than my usual fair, but it came as a piece and I don’t tend to argue when they hit me like this. Maybe someday I’ll find out the rest of the story. Sing a song of six pence Pocket full of ash. Four and twenty goblins Groan beneath the lash.… Read More A Song of Ash and Bone
This is a little older than some here, most of these I wrote a while back and am simply posting as they seem as the mood strikes me. (the goal is eventually to have about 10 weeks consistently queued up in advance. No I have not yet managed to be even ‘every week’ level organized.)… Read More Musings
