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Black she comes.
And blue like a bruise. Single-eyed
Uncaring whirlpool waters waiting
For the word of gnosis, the barley seed.
Blood-fed raven, a storm
of Viking dragonhead reivers
Pillaging poesy as camp fuel,
Ravaging from Erato to Euterpe;
Berserk in the wild wood.
No hazelnuts to feed the sow,
Three drops from the cauldron upon our brows
Cannot now save us.
So build up the hollow wicker man, fill him high
With convicted iambic blood-libelous liars,
Wordsmith fakirs still prattling verse-free dolorous couplets,
Psychopompic purveyors of boutique splendor
Bought on the cheap from knock-off Gothic forgers;
The guilty, those who do not know
For whom the cauldron was brewed.
Hope utter darkness will pass us by.
Cold she comes.
Cracking ground in Fimbul anguish,
Unappeased by sacrificial rhyme,
Pecking up poets like barley seed.
Dark and dismal, a storm
Out of the Hyperborian seas,
Brooding and breeding blizzards
Stopping Hu in bardic throat;
Fintan's well frozen fast .
And blue like a bruise. Single-eyed
Uncaring whirlpool waters waiting
For the word of gnosis, the barley seed.
Blood-fed raven, a storm
of Viking dragonhead reivers
Pillaging poesy as camp fuel,
Ravaging from Erato to Euterpe;
Berserk in the wild wood.
No hazelnuts to feed the sow,
Three drops from the cauldron upon our brows
Cannot now save us.
So build up the hollow wicker man, fill him high
With convicted iambic blood-libelous liars,
Wordsmith fakirs still prattling verse-free dolorous couplets,
Psychopompic purveyors of boutique splendor
Bought on the cheap from knock-off Gothic forgers;
The guilty, those who do not know
For whom the cauldron was brewed.
Hope utter darkness will pass us by.
Cold she comes.
Cracking ground in Fimbul anguish,
Unappeased by sacrificial rhyme,
Pecking up poets like barley seed.
Dark and dismal, a storm
Out of the Hyperborian seas,
Brooding and breeding blizzards
Stopping Hu in bardic throat;
Fintan's well frozen fast .
Literature
Bansid
I heard the lonely Bansid, cry
Calling ocean mist across the sky
I know in the ocean he will die,
When the wind begins to cry
And the moon to lie.
Oh darling, I cry for you,
On the cliffs I wretch
..
Oh darling, come home soon
So I join her wail,
Calling to the soul
Soon to be kept by the water
And I wonder if she knows,
What loss is.
I heard the lonely Bansid, cry
Calling ocean mist across the sky
I know in the ocean he will die,
When the wind begins to cry
And the moon to lie.
Oh darling, you are drowning,
In the fury of the sea,
Oh darling, I love you,
So I'll follow thee,
Throwing my heart to the sea,
Soon to b
Literature
Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
Literature
History Burning
the trick is
to make all believe they inheret a
world all their own
remember to erase the words of the
deceased until
death never existed
and put corpses unburied
into neat containers
under every floor
to lock them up tight is
critical;
panic is the plague in this age
and is it any wonder they forget
with puppet parents
who burn books at christmas?
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Very well written. It reminds me of the Celtic (Northern British) legends (as I would guess you intended). Will you be writing anything for Halloween?