A bit more of a hopeful one than has come to me lately. I hope you enjoy. Out of the black woods comes the sun The night is over the day begun. The battle fought to victory A time of mourning then joy will be. The ash tree sheds a steady light Through forest gloom… Read More Coming of Dawn
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
This one’s a little darker than my usual. Something I wrote from the perspective one of the characters in my stories. Note: Literal Siren Honey sweet and sliding scales, chains of music in my mind. No salty breath or flashing tails just courtesy and wine. Every word a melody, every smile a song. A whispered… Read More Siren’s Call
Something darker than my usual, from a current novel WIP. Do not call up that which you cannot put down. Echoes of wings and the beat of a heart Carefully set to the side. The knowledge of things now rent apart And terrors no soul can abide. A sword on his hip, as staff in… Read More Duke of Bones
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