Doing some world building. A song the Tuatha de Danann in one of my worlds, sing at funerals. Drink with me to life now past A weave yet bound and freed to joys once sung that could not last Though they ever stand to read. The mists now call, the guide awaits And the captive… Read More Edge of the Mists
Sometimes the most powerful act is keeping the lights lit so someone can see their way home. One drop, two drop, three drops, four Drops of rain upon the door, Drops of rain in bitter cold As hope itself is growing old. Old though hope can ever grow The cut of day comes swift to… Read More The Waiting Light
Wandering through some thoughts in the world I’ve been playing in. What brings a name through the depths of time? Must it be yours or even mine? What calls the soul that still would be? That echoes in eternity? Listen well in silence bound Where finding is itself profound. Listen there in dark of night… Read More Weaving the Name
A bit of hope to hold you through the rest of the day. Lift up your head, drive out fear. Lift up your voice for all to hear. Let no terror in the night Hold your soul chained up tight. Hold to joy, make hope a shield Laughter is our sword to wield. Let the… Read More Song Against the Darkness
We all need a refuge, some times. Still in the same world I have been for a while. I kneel in the chapel, the greatest peace I find. There i take refuge from the magic in my mind. No curse there may hunt me, nor cast me into chains. There I find new courage to… Read More Refuge