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



I am art
I am free
I am living art
Beauty is the reflection
Mind only seeking perfection
Art speaks with eloquence
Art walks with dignity
I am blessed
I am cursed
For art is ever unobtainable
Ever lacking
I am ugly
I am a monster
When I am not art
I am that
That thing that cannot be named
Art created it
It came from the reflection of beauty
It is hungry
It is dominating
I can not stop it
Because I love it
Because I hate it
Art is what created it
Solitude art brings
Contempt art creates
The silence of all
Ghost that passes by
One they see yet never speak of
Words that speak passion
Words that bring no response
Eyes that see beauty
Eyes that see a fallen world
Hostility put upon you
Looking down upon you
Fight to maintain honour
A world wishing my honour destroyed
Appearance is the first perception of hate
Every word they say
Every look they give
Competition in this world
Creates nothing but hostility
I know why you are hostile
I know why you hate
For I am art
For I am free
You despise what you can not obtain
You despise what you have not done
When you despise me
You despise yourself
In that I find pleasure of knowing
If you believe I might know
Know that I do
These thoughts are thirteen paces ahead
Your footwork has catching up to do
So go be spiteful
Feed me your hate
I am hungry
I will feed you beauty
I will feed you living art

So It Begins


“None can withstand my magic, beloved one.
The challenge will be absolute. All gods will witness.
Not a man amongst them is greater than I.”

“My Champion, my fierce Hound, my beloved.
My unbreakable shield: you will never fall.
Go forth and show them who we are.”