Halls of the Dark Muse

This is an anceint Celtic form known as Ae Freslighe, it is a rather difficult style to work with.

Winter’s Breath

Barren trees left quivering
a single leaf still dying
winds kiss sends it shivering
with their chill spirits crying.

Hush winter's breath awaken
her white tempest churning
a land now thought forsaken
deep inside lies a burning.

A passion left undenied
drawn close in fires ...

Play For Me

Play for me
upon your harp
strum the strings
that will pull my heart.

My lover of music
pour your heart out to me
in your sweet alluring
melodies.

Seduce me with your eyes
as your fingers glide
and I will melt before
you.

Unravel my secret desire
with the beauty only you
can create.

I am yours caught
within your strings ...

I got this from the bool The Silver Wolf

A great man, is a man who leaves the world in a better place than he found it in.

Tomorrow you had better

Use your soft hands
Dica, to tear off
dill shoots, to cap
you lovely curls

She who wears flowers
attracts happy
Graces: they turn
back from a bare head

Little Bird

She watched out the window
as the world passed by
trapped behind the glass
as seasons changed.

Rain drops matched her tears
sliding their gray streaked
tail as the wind howled
its pain.

Lost inside herself
she only dreamed of sunshine
the clouds pointed her pictures.

Only to herself she wept
where there was no one else
to see, when the sky was ...