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
A little something for you to enjoy The ash tree remembers what the oak forgets As time wends on and memory frets. The future is born under linden leaves And the sun reveals all he sees. Though ancient powers, great and tall Weave their plans through all in all. Still stands the hearts bold and… Read More The Ash Remembers
Because great troubles also contain great hope. Clash of magic and flash of steel Madness crowned by stubborn will Bright and shining hope confined A hero’s heart and hero’s duty now maligned. Deamon breath by ocean shore Chaining virtue as a power store. Shining silver against the chains Beauty and power struggle and strains. A… Read More Chains of Light