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 quietly shining for your day. The pearly moon has risen In the dusky sky And seen are things long hidden And given wings to fly. A wish lights in the darkness And trembling hands hold true While the hopeful heart now harkens And wonders what to do. No sage has any wisdom For this… Read More Moon Road
A bit of whimsy and adventure for your day. Fly past the rings of Saturn On your dragon through the stars. Fan the flames that matters Take your sword and guard what’s ours! The Titans that hide behind them On ships as vast as moons We’ll bring to battle e’er we find them And defeat… Read More Saturn’s Dragons
Something bright for you. I hope you enjoy it. The stars sing in the gloaming To little fairy ears The dragon pauses his roaming And remembers all he hears. The children come to the window Though they should be in bed, And in the light of the fire glow Hear all the stars have said.… Read More Fairy Stars
Something a little softer than I’ve had of late. I hope you enjoy it. Soft the voices through the door Gentle the whispers from distant shore. As the evening transcends the day and hope and folly drift away. The travelers come to their rest As weary birds turn to their nest. Dreams like mist settle… Read More Night Victories
