An older piece of mine, first shared on Facebook when a certain poem and its variants were making the rounds. A friend posted it yesterday (with permission), so here it is for anyone who wants to find it again. America is the Gun That holds its head up high. That does not scorn the fight,… Read More America’s Gun
Something a little epic for your day. Blooms of fire in the night Echo back the wan daylight Cinder sparks and angry coal Kindling now vengeance toll. Pass the fire in the night Watch the days glowing bright Wrath that builds on hollow gains Leaves a shell: all that remains Marching feet to a trumpet… Read More All That Remains
A bit of light for your day, no matter how dark it may be. The harps lay silent, their strings unstrung The harper’s soul laid bare. The voices still with songs unsung And no hope left to spare. When dreams are ash and hearts grow cold And bitter draughts lay stark and old. The tales… Read More What Silence Tells
Not sure which of my worlds this is from yet, but a bit of a martial piece for your enjoyment. The songs we now are singing We raise up to the sky And lift with one defiance The honor held up high. Sword and shield stand ready In the early light of day And bold… Read More Siege of Bahn Barahk
Another one from Sebastian Blackwood (Character of mine). He’s been in my head a lot lately. I hope you like this song, this time I’m trying an experiment. I’ve been playing with Suno and ran this through it. I hope you enjoy hearing it sung even by a robot. Name the voice in your head… Read More Onward to Life