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
Doing some world building. A song the Tuatha de Danann in one of my worlds, sing at funerals. Drink with me to life now past A weave yet bound and freed to joys once sung that could not last Though they ever stand to read. The mists now call, the guide awaits And the captive… Read More Edge of the Mists
This might have been better for Memorial Day, but it came to me this morning. I hope you enjoy it. It has a happier ending than most of the things referencing the name. Standing at the gate, a laser in his hand The last of the defenders makes a final stand. Armor counts for little… Read More At Tannhauser Gate
Sometimes the most powerful act is keeping the lights lit so someone can see their way home. One drop, two drop, three drops, four Drops of rain upon the door, Drops of rain in bitter cold As hope itself is growing old. Old though hope can ever grow The cut of day comes swift to… Read More The Waiting Light
A simple working song to lighten your day. Weave the day together Unfurl it in the dawn Let nothing hope to sever Jus raise it in a song. When life should come with peril Answer it with joy. When waves grow fierce and feral A sharper song employ. Reach to find the dawning At the… Read More On Manannan’s Doorstep
