The immortal grief over mortal love. From the same world as yesterday’s actually. A flower grows by the old linden tree Quiet and lovely, though subtle to see. The standing stones their vigil keep And every year he comes to weep. Not at her grave, which he cannot reach But by the linden and neighboring… Read More Fairy Lover
From the same world as the Siren’s call poem. A bit more of a historical piece. In the woods a ring of stones Black as night, strong, alone. A portal held against the foe From other worlds and long ago. A clan there was of warriors strong Who guard the gates through ages long And… Read More Guardians
Days are dark but hope is never gone. A light in the darkness cannot be quenched. A star in the sky burns forever entrenched. Where there is light, the night holds no sway. And though darkness may come, to dawn it gives way. A candle held high can be snuffed by a breeze, But the… Read More Edge of Darkness
Something one of my novel worlds poked to life. The crushing weight of duty Like irons weighing down The love of kin and country Pile lead upon the crown. While his heart seeks out an answer His mind is giving in. Not to pride or to hubris Nor to bright and tempting sin. No his… Read More The Mad King