In my Blackwood world, the creation myth (which is another poem here: Blade of Dawn) involves the first dawn being literally cut from the darkness. And in that world in Albion they speak of life being woven. So death is the final cut, the complete tapestry for this world looking on to the next. Drops… Read More Final Cut
Something more gentle than most have been of late. Softly falls the darkness, tucking in the day. Evening sings a lullaby and softly drifts away. The restful moon still watches over house and home, And even subtle starlight refuses to roam. The windows are all shuttered in the lantern light, And gentle voices sing in… Read More Falling of Night
A poem from my Dwarven Throne world. I hope you enjoy it. Decisions in the dawn before the sun can see That echo in the fabric of all reality. Backwards now and forwards, weaving on through time Though they have never given a reason or a rhyme. Decisions in the darkness where truth can whisper… Read More Decisions
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
Today I have a character being hopelessly romantic. And since the world needs more of that, here you go. (The character is Sebastian Blackwood, he’s behind a lot of the ones I’ve been writing lately.) The lady from the highlands has come and saved my soul From where it was shackled she has granted me… Read More Highland Lady