Book 1. CyledrChapter one Cyledr awoke with a start, his hair and forehead drenched with sweat. The dream haunted him for months, and no amount of spiced wine could ward it off. He tried rising up, but his body felt numb and strangely uncontrolled, as if he were a children’s toy, bound to obey theContinue reading “Y Wyllt”
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Does it…?
Does it ever stop –The longing?Dreaming in the night? Does it ever stop-BelievingIn the cloudless sky?.. Does it ever stop-The hopingFor the better days? Does it ever stop-Not stoppingWishing to remain?.. Does it ever stop-I wonder –Praying to be heard? Does it ever stop-Not leavingIn the face of wars?.. Bards will sing,And songs will riseContinue reading “Does it…?”
Fionn’s song
You cannot survive in a field of thorns, being a dandelion.You have to become a thorn. You cannot survive in a field of thistles, being a rose.You have to become a thistle. You cannot survive in a joust, being a damsel in distress.You have to become an armored knight. You cannot survive among the swordsContinue reading “Fionn’s song”
Forward to time-past
Forward to time-pastWhere pain’s no more.Forward to time-pastAs once before. Gliding through vines,I’m on my way.Gliding through vines,Soon I’ll be there. Pathways unwindingSilken threadsPathways unwindingJourney spreads. Carrying onwardsThrough the mistCarrying onwardsTo the feast. There by the waterLies the wayThere by the waterFind me there. Spring is awakened-Light to lightSpring is awakened:No more night. Follow theContinue reading “Forward to time-past”
I am the wind on the sea/ Fionn
I am the wind on the seaThe ninth wave,The greenest of hills. I am the battle crowThe cry in the nightThe swiftest of blows. I am the keeper of wisdomThe deepest of poolsThe brightest lightning. I am the sentinel of truthThe Leader of leadersThe fastest of arrows. I am the torch in the darkThe sharpestContinue reading “I am the wind on the sea/ Fionn”
Be wary
“…little is known of the Fair Folk, although the old tales endure through all times. In the age of popular doubt and imminent technical progress the ancient superstitions survive and thrive, and it is not quite clear how and why. What is now called whimsical and fancy, once held sway over the minds and souls.Continue reading “Be wary”
Nightmare/Flowers/Lleu
Sometimes I feel so exhaustedI want to stop trying.My days are all glory,But nights are all done for.Old wounds are still bleedingIn dreamsI am still being hunted. When I close my eyes,There is nothing but flowers.They crowd me,They climb over me.I’m drowning in themEvery night.Blodeuwedd. Your flowers will kill meOne night,Of this I am certain.YourContinue reading “Nightmare/Flowers/Lleu”
What forest knew…
What aspen knew was how to come alive at the very first wave of his wand. What ash knew, was how to sparkle and breathe magic at the very first word of his lips. What oak knew was how to hide and heal the pain at the very first englyn of his song. What willowContinue reading “What forest knew…”
Fragrance
I will weave you a tale of million notes. I will weave you a fragrance nobody has seen. Of vetiver, vervaine, patchouli and myrrh, of frankinsence and last summer blooms. I will weave you a legend, reflecting my soul. Of pine, and of green oaken moss. I will weave you a legend you’ll never forget.Continue reading “Fragrance”
I sing to the Wild Hunt
I sing to the Wild Hunt,I ride with those who are gone.I sing to the Wild Hunt,My voice belongs to the dead. I sing to the Wild Hunt,I ride with the wind.I sing to the Wild Hunt,My Lord is the Lord of Shades. I sing to the Wild Hunt,My sight is their sight.I sing toContinue reading “I sing to the Wild Hunt”
Into the Unknown 