My stuff

[Mabon Gwyddion]

Here's my poetry. Let's start with "On Our Time (Blood-Red Words)"

I look up high into the night.
Acid-rain, it falls like tears.
Hoping for a clear, black sky,
I've watched this for a thousand years.
Though the rain still burns my skin
and in my nerves it slowly seares,
it always fails to wash the sin
confirm and confound my fears.

Reaching back to a lost day
I find some eons missing.
Fire falls down to my way,
there is no time for kissing.
And there's a toll I have to pay
just for a single blessing.
Flood-water will take the stray,
sinners do no confessing.

Leaving heaven to return
but never sparing life.
Betrayal of the Gods will burn,
embedded like a knife.
Give it a twist with a turn,
take me far from strife.
If there's a lesson I could learn
to cut like a scythe.  

[Mabon Gwyddion]

The Whispers Of Mabon Gwyddion

Alas for the World,
our time a cruel one.
Light now ever dim,
for the end has begun.

Alas for poor Souls,
to be drowned under wave.
Shift into the madness and
hardly a life to be saved

Alas for our Age,
yet to be closed.
A time of panic,
safety no one knows.

Alas for the Land,
destined to drown.
Yet hammers crack gold and
silver for a new crown.  

[Mabon Gwyddion]

The Dragon's Warn

Oh, you are vain and lost.
The Darkness you may claim,
but you've yet to see your shadow.
You and I not the same.

Instant, distant enemy
why do you dare to scream?
If you wanted a battle
then I will shatter your dream.

Keep a bronze tongue silent
in the presence of one of gold.
Resistance is always futile,
you cant fight the wisdom of old.