Letting Go
Sometimes, it seems, when comes a thing, so sharp and bitter does it sting, we see nothing but to pick and dig what once was small but grown so big and eats its way into the soul … Continue reading Letting Go
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What Am I?
Can you find me? Continue reading What Am I?
Within
Deceptive, this despairing cloak,
for hidden deep within
glows the faintest flicker
of hope that
refuses to die,
the very essence of
what defines the soul-
the brilliance of
Eternity!
Never Alone/Forever Never
Exhausted and afraid, Amhain turned in frustration from the animal, pulled his knees to his chest tightly, and would have sat in that mud hole of anger and self pity until the rain washed him away; for his hope was dying along with his Mother’s world. Continue reading Never Alone/Forever Never
The Look/Poetry/Photography
The look,
forsook
and took
the moment
without remorse. Continue reading The Look/Poetry/Photography
The Rise of Vengeance
As’me’s soul cried out in bitter protest from deep within the beast, but her pleas fell like rain on hot coals, quickly disintegrated by the heart of indifference that beat within her Father’s chest……. Continue reading The Rise of Vengeance
The Cleansing/Poetry
To Save a Warrior/Forever Never
“But be ever watchful for that which seeks to deceive and destroy you. It will not always present itself in the ways that are obvious to you now. The deadliest poison often lies in the sweetest bloom, while the ugliest branches can bring forth the nectar of life if harvested carefully. You know this to be true. Now you must reawaken this knowledge and nurture it as your roots to the Earth of Domhan.” Continue reading To Save a Warrior/Forever Never
A Real Challenge/Tagged!
See this image? Does this look like the face of someone who could hate? This little sweetie looks just like me on the inside. Continue reading A Real Challenge/Tagged!
Cloak of Invisibility
Invisible Watching the parade and longing to ride, but stand in the shadows, needing to hide. Wings are not clipped, so why not soar? Afraid to enter an opening door. Visibility to some the ultimate goal, to another the threat of losing their soul. Why seems it a sin to want only to live, to answer when called and with everything give? No production! No success! No fame! No coin! Just… quiet happiness. Making beautiful things for their own sake, not to barter or sell but any may take. Invisible I am in a crowded place, for they look right … Continue reading Cloak of Invisibility
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