How strange, the sky is falling
My darlings, don't be mad-
I knew; it was just simply galling
The way they looked past
At the Blue with no regret
The Green it seemed were stalling
To watch, to grasp their grubby minds
On the things they're sure to tell
I'm sure they'll find appalling
The pall of rancour that I spread
My dear beauties, come to me
Where's the Red? You clamour
Red's too refined for this;
Though you may endeavour
But this is so much better.
The noise enthralling- do you hear
The tolling of the bell? How it's calling
Through the cawing, the Red and
The Green and the Blue, oh do you hear
The tolling of the bell?
Sunday, 19 June 2011
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Deidre's Song - The Ashwinder
In the wake of laughing flame
Winding through the ash
Embers watched him as he came
And then took out the trash
She knew only swathes of fire
Something tinny in her ears
Scented tears of hurt and pain
Saw him laugh and feed their fears
She lay on timber, gave a sigh
Watched the boy with shaded eyes
Let them take the boy away
And teach him all for naught was wise
Winding through the ash
Embers watched him as he came
And then took out the trash
She knew only swathes of fire
Something tinny in her ears
Scented tears of hurt and pain
Saw him laugh and feed their fears
She lay on timber, gave a sigh
Watched the boy with shaded eyes
Let them take the boy away
And teach him all for naught was wise
Friday, 15 April 2011
Deidre's Song - The Raven
The raven spoke of clouds of ash
(Fire and brimstone, ashes and bone)
A sky forever blackened
(Left to burn, nothing left to burn)
The pyre lit by countless worlds
(Nothing left but him alone)
The clock resets without us knowing
(Shattered that which keeps on going)
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Deidre's Song - The Stag
Canter through the curtained woods
With antlers proudly swaying
The dappled stag its name denied
I bring the truth but truth divides
I've seen the box that once was closed
I know where leads all ley lines
I've felt the breath of spirit's wind
And heard the spider pull its strings
I saw my son pacing his cage
I saw my friends betray me
I saw my wife curse from above
The web he built without us knowing
With antlers proudly swaying
The dappled stag its name denied
I bring the truth but truth divides
I've seen the box that once was closed
I know where leads all ley lines
I've felt the breath of spirit's wind
And heard the spider pull its strings
I saw my son pacing his cage
I saw my friends betray me
I saw my wife curse from above
The web he built without us knowing
Friday, 8 April 2011
Deidre's Song - The Sparrow
If only men could never cry
(A drop in the sea forms nary a ripple)
Cried the hunted sparrow
(A droplet of rain leaves almost a mark)
As the raven swoops below
(A stream joins a river that carves through the mountains)
Safe within a hundred eaves
(A dam brings the valley to its knees)
(A drop in the sea forms nary a ripple)
Cried the hunted sparrow
(A droplet of rain leaves almost a mark)
As the raven swoops below
(A stream joins a river that carves through the mountains)
Safe within a hundred eaves
(A dam brings the valley to its knees)
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Deidre's Song - The Serpent
The serpent hides among the leaves
Catching stars from heaven
Cradled close to a gentle mind
Come children hide where light is fading
My dearest fled from whence you came
I know how it betrays you
I gathered him into my heart
Before his curse could blind him
He held the world within his hands
And so they sought to bind him
Until he stumbled on the lie
By which he lived and was to die
Catching stars from heaven
Cradled close to a gentle mind
Come children hide where light is fading
My dearest fled from whence you came
I know how it betrays you
I gathered him into my heart
Before his curse could blind him
He held the world within his hands
And so they sought to bind him
Until he stumbled on the lie
By which he lived and was to die
Friday, 1 April 2011
Deidre's Song - The Wizard
The wizard said the day will sow
(Held tight to a staff of oak and yew)
The land of broken wreaths
(Called forth souls on the mend)
Brought fire blossomed in their hearts
(Ashes and embers in the cleft of a hill)
And fed the drying wing
(Where nested the phoenix that burned with the land)
(Held tight to a staff of oak and yew)
The land of broken wreaths
(Called forth souls on the mend)
Brought fire blossomed in their hearts
(Ashes and embers in the cleft of a hill)
And fed the drying wing
(Where nested the phoenix that burned with the land)
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