Battle Soulmates

In a land of blue skies and open plains

Senseless violence is never in reign

Battles are fought by the just and the true

Enemy and foes, a more tangible hue

A prince... a king... a knave, a knight

A lady... a queen... a warrior bright

Two different souls... yet one in life

A man, a woman, a husband and wife

Love and honor held high above all

One needing the other or the other would fall

Brothers in combat, back to back

Lovers in bed, entwined without lack

Born of different lands, cultures and sights

Bound together by magic, faith, and rites

Overcoming obstacles of time and space

Halves of the same soul bound in place

Have no fear for a time shall come

When the two shall meet and become as one

And from their union greatness will follow

Leading many to glory by all that is hallow

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the first poem i ever wrote

The Search

further...further 

into the shaded darkness...

I wander deeper into an unyielding forest

the harder I search...the more entangled I become

in a world far from what I once knew  

my steps quiet...

not wanting to disturb the melody of life

in the deeper reaches of the forest lies an open glade

exhausted and trembling...I fall upon an ivy covered log 

my senses opening to that which is around me

slowly...

noise begins to chorus back to normal 

the brush of wind caressing the majestic guardians

whistling through branches...leaves softly cascade onto the forest floor

birds pick up on the melody, harmonizing to life ebbing away

breathing deeply...

drinking in the heavy mead of life around me

the heady scent of pine... flavored with touches of dated lavender

moss and peat... wet from an earlier rainfall

a lingering taste of ozone 

eyes tearing...

I see life slowly circling towards it restful sleep

Autumn oranges and reds covering the forest floor

a snowfall of embers, bright vibrant colors shouting in death 

"I will emblazon the world...death will not be done quietly"

wetting my lips....

I taste the saltiness of my tears

yet, longing for the sweetness of what life was

instead... it is the bitterness of decay that swirls around my mouth

likened to an over-ripened fruit that has long seen its day 

skin prickles...

feeling the chill of an early evening shadow 

slowly the eternal night shifts towards this haven

crawling into the deepness of this once protected warm shelter

bones feeling the harsh grip of winter's hold

standing..

darkness enfolding the setting light

deafening silence replaces life's eternal music

the sense of tiredness overburdens my shoulders

sleep awaits...

Cernunnos Love Letter

I found this scrolling around

If Cernunnos wrote love letters, it would possibly go something like this:

“You have given yourself to me…

Fully… You surrendered… You’re mine!

Your heart belongs to me, your soul,

Your body, your breath, your everything! Mine!

And you will run with me,

Scream with me, and rut with me,

Tremble in terror and desire of me,

Dance that wild, frenzied dance with me,

Journey to the dark, dank depths with me.

And you will know sheer ecstasy, utter agony,

And the intoxicating thrill of the hunt.

And we will meet at the Crossroads together, as we always have.

We will wander far and wide, with a fire raging in your head.

And I will show you the way on those crooked and hidden paths

I will tell you things no other could

I will take you to places unknown, and unseen

I will teach you. Guide you. Push you. Pull you. Rip you open.

I will show you what it means to be my devotee

I will break you and remake you,

Over and over…

And you will love me…

And when I’m not with you…

Remember… Remember…

…Remember”

Wolf Moon

High upon the forested mountain

covered in winter's white down blanket

her onyx-colored eyes scan the horizon...protector and guardian

watching her children play in their winter playground

She watches as the full moon slowly glides over the distant peaks

signifying the goddess' presence and  the start of a new season

the children of the forest quietly begin to gather

bearing gifts to the one that nurtures and guides those under her care

ancient fey dressed in their splendid garments of deepest violet

carrying swords of birch and crowns of thistle

scatter petals of crocus and snowdrops at her feet

presenting her with nuts and cones for nourishment

multitudes of glittering eyes patiently watch from the forest around her

waiting for her signal to begin their trek through the night

leading them to their new home... where life's cycle will begin anew

a cycle... started before memory and continuing after she is long gone

she feels the ancient calling welling deep within her chest 

breathing deeply... barely noticing the biting cold mountain air

she readies herself to loose the calling as ancient as time itself

a signal to all that the time has come to move on and start a new journey