Quiet Nights


The fire is a pleasure on nights that carry chill. Collecting firewood a necessary pleasure. I am surrounded by deep forest. Dry deadwood to create a lifetime of fires. Near is a pine forest. A strange pine forest. The air is thick there. As one approaches, it seems there is  an unseeable fence. I collect there as there is much to collect. A feeling of forbidden territory is felt here. A sense that it would rather you not be within. Perhaps it is the pine. Evergreens are known to drain one of energy. Perhaps it is the two nearby graves of era brothers war. Yet those still seem distant. It feels much older. For my people are new in these lands. Perhaps it is the twilight hour. This forest feels empty, yet so full. It feels as if it has been many things. It does not desire the perversion of ways. One must approach with a sacred tongue. Silence and dignity. Vardr feels of weariness within my circle. He remains half his distance closer, sniffing the earth and hearing the wind without stop, seeking to grasp what is around him. A feeling, that stands hair upon self or beast, is a feeling worth pursuing…


With enough fire collected, it is a quick stride home. My wife is enjoying green tea. I am in the mood for another cold beer.


The fire dances with many strange forms. It dances as the serpent rearing head, as fire dances unpredictable.

Land Of The Fey

Traveller of realms
Come follow this way
Around our domain
We show you
There are many halls in this land
Many troupes and many bands
Rolling hills and glowing meadows
Trees of old and sacred groves
Here we dance here we feast
In all directions:
North, west, south, and east
The spirits of the dead roam round
Free from chains
Spirits no longer bound
Follow the orbs that lead the way
In this land we ever play
Paths of light that turn to shadow
Paths of shadow that lead to light
Taking the pure were they wish to be
And leading the corrupt ever astray
We change our shape to what we wish
In this land we have many gifts
They have given us many names
Yet all names are one and the same
For humans love over arrangement
To save themselves from derangement
Things are so simple
If only they knew
Strip away what is not needed
Overcomplicated and thoughts mistreated
The fair forest halls travel as free
You will always be welcome
Always find good company
A dance a song
A plate a drink
A warm welcome
A fair embrace
Though I give a wise warning
Know manner of guest
And manner of host
We have our ways here
Be polite if you wish care
Capriciousness roused if you dare
The lakes are warm
The rivers run free
The fish swim in wealth
Take as you wish freely
The plants ever bloom
And taste ever sweet
The deer may be taken
If taken respectfully
The mountainous halls
Forested path dark and deep
Were crows they screech
And wolves do speak
Sky red and sky gold
Tread not that path lightly
That is the hall of the old
Were the warriors feast
Shifters of shape, eyes of a beast
Protectors and champions
Chosen for deed
Leave them to their ways
Understand you will not
Unpredictable and dangerous
You are not of their lot
Follow this way
Our lands are eternally young
Our sun is bright
Our moon is sung
Your heart will choose
What your eyes will see
The cycle of life
Shown eternally
It is like this and like that
Like spokes on the wheel
Spirits of old and some spirits of new
Few have come lately
We welcome you

The Good Walkers

When evil witches prowl and prey
The Benandanti come out to play
When foul magic takes aflight
The Good Walkers come out to fight
When disease and famine threaten the land
The land’s protectors take their stand
Spirits sent forth to battle gloom
To send evil ones to their doom
Yet the Jealous One ruled the law
And spoke a curse to damn them all
A dark time under treacherous decree
Death and torture influenced by insanity
This day remember the Good Walkers name
They came to bless and not to maim