Strider of Fire

One spear echoes to sky of birth
One spear roots to pierce the earth
Wolf of night
Silvered helm one eyed bright
Drink of lightning consumed
This fire brings no doom
Howl of echoing strength
Wounding held at length
Feet are strong
Intent stretched long
Confidence one must walk
Silence one must talk
Rite of fire
Wolf is dire
Fire stride
Bare skin ride
A small test
Hidden from the rest
At times a mystery it can be
The most powerful secret none may see
Bare skinned dance
Wolves last chance
Eyes that blunt ones sword
Stealing ones will without a word
Two spears are the rite
True wolves howl this night

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Norse shield I created several years ago.

Gallows Tree

Do you seek the hand of strength?
The way of shadowed sword?
The frenzied way
The lonely path
Never seek
Nothing will be found
For one is born thus
Until sleep in ground
To master deep forest ways
To don the skin of wolf
Oh so very few
Only the man who grew
One decade will be the time
Until his sight is One
Insanity will be his cry
Find the moon that opens the Eye
Sorely mistaken is the enraged path
Voice of lightning and thunder
Many a fool will claim falsely
The real wolf hears his blunder
Pure masculinity?
What a joke
Leave that for those so false
Embrace the shadows
The Tree of Gallows
What price for wisdom sought
Forge thy hand
In fire and ice
Open the Spirit
Great is the price
A decade will be the beginning
No unmastered fool nor child
Embrace the hand of softness
Or you will never be wild
Such is the cult
We have always been
Falsely represented by weak men
The frenzious way is more than blood
It is one of magic and artful mind
Sitting still one must stay
You believe it is simple rage?
Blind your are with nothing to say
For only when Serpent consumes self
Ones spine is the Lightning struck Tree
Only then will the wolf skin be worn
Only then will you be free
Were will you find him?
The Transcended Wolf?
He is not to be sought
If you have been chosen
You will be found upon the path
Do not walk the open road
You will be mislead
He is within the shadow
Hidden from all
The great art is what sets him apart
Apart from simple ape
From those whoes minds are raped
The frenzied poet
The ergi filled way
Balance to be found
Only then will you be Crowned
A silent speaker he will be
A void of thought and eye
Let fools and weak boast of nothing
He will see through their lie
The blade of most danger
The frenzied magic
Not weak anger
Fire bright
Chanted dance of night
Howl echoed amongst trees
Enlightened cult
Wolfskin sought
Sacrifice of self
Eternal wealth

The Baying

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Far in the distance
Deep in the forest
I hear their baying
I hear the horns blow
The Tempest stirs
The leaves slowly fall
Soon the forest will be fire
Shadow will blanket the land
The Huntsman opens his eye
Change is upon us
It will not come forth
One must seek it
One must take it
At the point of a spear
The horns blow in the distance
The hounds bay
The Hunt comes upon us
With anticipation my soul waits
With longing my heart hungers
Each day
The horns grow louder
The hounds come closer
I ready my spirit
To join the wild chase
With patience
I await The Wild Hunt

This Is She

Orchestra of crows in flight
Singing of the Way
Singing never stray
Meditation under lightning
The cold sting of rain
Discovering if fate will take you
Distant sounds of battle
Limbs snapping together
Fire pulses in blood
Sight of the beautiful
One dancing amongst the stars
Volcanic heart
Blade that cuts slowly
Black blade no one may see
Symbols of blood
Refusal to bow
Fight to stand alone
Ruler of self
Cast away to wander
Rejected by all
Strength in solitude
Noble spirit unbroken
Dignity unwavering
Untouchable and hated by many
Magic under full moon
Shape shift in pale light
Primal passion in full bloom
Nothingness under new moon
Reminder of death
One with one
Ritual drink consumed
Feast of the swords
Blood and sweat
Terror in sleep
Test of sincerity
Awake, do you fear?
Blissful desirable dream
Granted to champion chosen
Honour given to kings
Hand of tender compassion
Hand of empowering strength
Honeyed kiss of divinity
Freedom of spirit
Touch of the goddess
Uncoiled awakening
Take my hand
Together we will stand
My Queen
My Beloved
My Goddess

Let Us Take A Walk

Badb's Grove Art

That feeling
The feeling when one walks into the forest
The forest that is deep
Shadows enclose
The truth of existence wraps your essence
Arousal comes quickly here
Can you feel it?
Or are you still buried in false self?
It is the feeling of freedom
The feeling of truth
Here: You are what you truly are
Not what you wish to be
Not what you believe to be
The forest does not care
It will kill you without hesitation
Without remorse to your human beliefs
Everything here wishes you gone
Everything here is hostile
Yet, only here do I feel I belong
I feel welcomed
I feel unwelcomed
In that is the beauty of the forest
False celebrities
Royal cowards
Greedy politicians
All are naked here
There is no false worship
All are the nothingness they truly are
For he who needs society to be powerful
Is the weakest of animals
Walk into the forest
What are you now?
The smell of the swamp is inviting
Swamps are beautiful
For few tread here
Here one can be alone
Away from the lies and chaos
The copperhead that crosses my path is beautiful
We understand one another
As we respect what we truly are
The black widow that may be hiding
The hawk that screeches above
Nothing cares about your self created belief
You are naked and true
This is a place for peace and meditation
This is a place for finding and losing
Eventually the time must end
A return to the paths of concrete
The paths of slavery
This is a dog eat dog world
Yet I see few teeth
Only the noise of barking
I am sick of barking
I am intensely hungry

Leaves Stir in Shadow

Oni

The Way is all ways
Yet the way is One
It is the path of beauty
Yet does not hide the unbeautiful
The Way is a poet
Ever-choosing silence over the pen
The Way is a painter
Ever-refusing to paint
The Way is a prophet
Ever-isolated
Yet ever-sharing of wisdom
The Way is a sword of power
Ever-held in a sheath of compassion
Eyes of truth
Worn upon a face of humility
The Way is a single breath
Ever-found in each breath
The Way is the Light
The Way is the Shadow
The Way is deathless
Yet only found in death
The Way is everything
The Way is nothing
The Way is Nothing