God, be merciful – do not let us fall as we approach the battle most dire. God, be merciful – to us, your warriors and those who shall be called first into your light. God, be merciful- let this battle not be in vain, let our eyes see the truth as we approach the shadowlands.Continue reading “Tannenberg prayer”
Category Archives: prose
We are going to fall.
…We are going to fall. I know it now. No matter how hard we try, no matter how great we seem – God has turned his back on us. This battle will be our downfall, our end. We will fall. Unsung, unwept, forgotten, our blood washing over the land. We will fall – but neverContinue reading “We are going to fall.”
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At times, he would look at me with his chalcedony eyes, and the world would stop only to spin faster. And I would vanish, disappear, dissolve in this golden-blue haze, that would become greenish, yellow, silvery, sparkling like the finest champagne – but that reverie would end as it began, in throes of endless wonder…andContinue reading “***”
L.L
#deadofthenight_vampires …I loved him. He was my coal fire, my flame in the midst of winter. He was my world – my universe revolved around his smile. His eyes were my twin stars, my sun and moon, and my heart missed beats when he looked at me. I loved him. He was joie de vivreContinue reading “L.L”
Die for me
‘I know what to do with you, Cyledr’ Gwyn hissed. ‘But first, tell me why you followed my bride last night ‘ ‘I wanted to take her back, that’s all. He told me to, Gwythyr. I’m one of his’. ‘Don’t you lie to me, son of Nwython’ Gwyn’s voice became steely, dangerous. ‘Don’t you dareContinue reading “Die for me”
Prends-moi
Il était une fois… A maiden lived in a village by the sea. Great was her beauty, so great that many a man came to the village to ask for her hand. Wealthy and poor, noble and fair, just and witty – all flocked to the village in pursuit of the maiden’s hand. None wasContinue reading “Prends-moi”
The Fall/ Ouvertures
…and autumn would creep in, like a maniac, eye all aglow, leaving rainy traces on the sidewalk, its patched up coat all shades of falling leaves. And it would smell of frankinscence, myrrh and cinnamon, coffee and cloves, with a dash of vanilla, just to put a damper on suspicion. And it would wear anContinue reading “The Fall/ Ouvertures”
Morpheus
The king of dreams is on my mind. Again, as in these past weeks. Technically, he came by before I started on the Sandman, but I’ve found out he one of likes what Neil Gaiman did. ‘He’s gone quite far, that one, ‘he said, ‘And I am grateful ‘. He seems sad at times, pensiveContinue reading “Morpheus”
Oneiros
You know me well, or so you say.Each night I catch youBetween dreams and visions,Realities and realms. You know me, but you don’t know who I am.You have seen my name,You have heard my voice, perhapsOn the wind. You think you know me.Now, what do you know, exactly?You know I am called MorpheusAnd that isContinue reading “Oneiros”
Calliope
You were mine once. Long time ago, when the world was young, foolish and full of hope. Between the sky and the sea, between night and day.My muse, the daughter of Zeus, my muse,with eyes like forests or the deep water, do you remember me? Shy, quiet, pensive you were,And you would listenWhen I toldContinue reading “Calliope”
Into the Unknown 