What Death Of What Life?

The gods speak of an unfamiliar thing
Humans of fame
What is this they speak of?
Renown that lasts?
Does time still create such men?
Such men
Many of modern known
Dead and extinguished
Before flesh rots
Fall while flesh still walks
What worth must one lasting obtain?
Echo beyond death
What mountain peak is such?
What riddle spoken by flame?
What rhythm felt by water?
What whisper sung by wind?
What fate inescapable as earth?
What star of what void?
What death of what life?

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Golden Myths

Come hither once more
Sit still with ease
The fire still warm
The flame a bright delight
For I will speak of the one mighty
The one shining and bright
Eye of the sun
Upon crown stars adorn
Justly words of oaths are sworn
Lord of misty isles
A shining king
Upon the land
Stood beings bright
Travelers of mist filled ways
Lovers of the night and day
A king upon bedrock throne
With a voice of stone
Carved marble refined
A sweet honeyed tongue
Poured out as wine
For all the kingdom loved him so
True and strong
Every harper sung
Only of his song
Poppy seed smoke
When battle not stoked
A jar never emptied
A heart ever alive
A master of arts all
No task to large
To make one feel small
Hands of pure gold
With the slightest of whim
For magic was his mould
All adored and praised him
All round strong warriors stood
For generous with love
Yet in battle
Never a dove
A blood frenzied shifter
As from night to day
With gallant blood song
None could stand in his way
Lord of warriors true and bold
Legends bright and myths of old
The land she wept
With his parting
His path to the mist
A kingdom a tribe
All would miss
For many would come to isle distant
The great mound
The age of iron
Blood and fire
An age of desire
Blood-filled vice
Humanities soul
Becoming steel
Rotting as rust
All dust to dust
Yet within the mist
The wise have spoken
The golden one wanders
Never mislead
To come again
One bright and strong
As long as our souls sing
His pure truthful song

Shadowed Legends

Come gather
Come round
Come hither and listen
To the words of my sound
Millennia past
When only blood spilt
Blood drenched
Did one last
Stood the misty isle
A blood drenched god bold
Perhaps simply vile
An eclipse of the sun so bright
To many will be a horrible plight
Lord of the severed head
The sacrificial altar
By whom the wolves were led
Warriors who did not falter
A time of darkness
A time of despair
Blades of darkening metal
Blood drenched plaited hair
Warrior cult
Blood corruption
Blood sought
I time to be understood not
Half human half wolf
What price that they took
Indomitable in battle
Slaughtering all men as cattle
Eaters of flesh
Human heart and blood wine
For only upon such
Would such frenzy dine
What price a king pays
For such wolves of battle
No gold
Never sold for such babble
Flesh of the young
Firstborn sacrifice
Such bloodlust and power
Came with the darkest price
Unstoppable and purely insane
During the darkest of age
During the darkest rage
The dance
The chant
Reputation of pure dread
Collectors of mounds
Mounds of severed heads
The wolves of the isle
Shape shifters of choice
Neither moon nor sun nigh
Control of the sky
Dwellers afar
Fens and mountains high
A time long ago
Iron and fire
How insecure was life
Snuffed by the slightest desire
A tale true or false?
One can not claim with proof
For many would write
Corrupting the truth
To cast blame
To cast false claim
Claiming one insane
Or perhaps
Round fire so bright
Tales spoken by old sight
Legends astir
Of humans with fur
Who walked on all fours
When metal became black
Sacrifice an art
So many souls bled
The altar stained red

Tread Carefully

For any who call their walk an art
With great care tread
With great care choose
With great care
Whose soul touches yours?
That is:
With whom do you share?
Whom do you share energy?
For when one exchanges such a thing
Blessing or taint
Taint or blessing
Every breath effects the artist true
Therefore often
Seek solitude
Seek not blessing or taint
For you will be both
Both to the self of one
Bless and taint one’s self
For in that is the artist pure
What is this art?
Do not cage it
Art is only created from creator
Yet only through outside eye exists
Every breath effects his and hers
Every breath shared
Be careful with whom you share
Taint or blessing
Blessing or taint
Never ask to share
Never ask permission
For you will be changed
You will be changed by another’s will
Whom do you choose?
Share carefully
Only an artist if one shares