The Winter King’s Land.

Awakened night in harvest future

Silvered streams across embrasure

Through the portal, a chance’s glance

The Faeries dream before me danced

 

Awake! My Lady to share the view

Wish to share this vision true

Across the meadow glowing holy

Light plays softly dancing slowly

 

Fields of glowing pristine white

Spread before our entranced sight

Cast upon the gleaming land

Castles spires, tall and grand

 

Silent Knights ride tall and bold

Fey Ladies waltz is grandly told

Palace glistens in crystalline repose

Torrents locked in glassine throes

 

Silvered wonder in mountain home

White and green where hunter roams

Breathless clarity in shimmering air

Ramparts splendor from yesteryear

 

Cedars mighty in cloaks of white

Satin glory of cast moonlight

Tumbling down the stony bed

Quartzite dreams playfully led

 

Marbled fields carved in light

More than just a fancies flight

Observer’s eye to fantasy

The Winter Kings reality

 

banfiadh2006

Poet.

Poet

 

White paper is the canvas

The brush an old worn pen

Words provide the pigment

To release what lies within

 

Feelings dug from memories

To color subjects true

Even though that subject

Is hidden from your view

 

Each subtle twist of rhyme

From the mild to the terse

Touches on life around

From the best to worst

 

Idle does the pen lay

As each word I view

Crafting every nuance

To tell the secret new

 

So here lies simple story

Written flowing as it seems

When the worst a man feels

There is magic in life’s streams

 

 

R.W.W.

Banfiadh copyright2006

Edited2009/2011

Avalon Calling

Avalon Calling

 

Sitting low in green seas embrace lies lost Avalon

Spirits of the ancient race still welcome ancient dawn

Veiled in false mythology there lies the hallow ground

There beats her heart exquisitely- the solace of our race

Downed by sacred blasphemy in bloody holy war

Lies that turned the mother into a secondary whore

In his name they’ve led us, to do their devils chore

Lift the flames of life again burning prisons to the floor

Raise your eyes up sacred children, for lost mystery

Sacred birthright lost, confused by errant history

Turned the blade of trickery and trust into a travesty

Robes of greedy calumny invested human misery

Yet still the bell tolls loudly its calling to your soul

Cast upon the sands of time, life’s ever shifting shoal

Thrust upon the stone of fate and to the cauldrons coals

Bear the sword solemnly to see where bright-spear flew

The Lady of the Island calls across the Sea of Time

Her song strums spirit strings, rapturous entwined

Can you hear the echoing of her loving beckoning

Upon the shores of reckoning? I hear fair Avalon

 

 

R.W.W.

Banfiadh copyright 2009

Leaf

LEAF

 

 

 

Leaf

 

 

Tossed

On a quiet summer breeze.

 

 

Torn drifting.

Upon playful currents

Warmed by pregnant sun.

 

 

Swept quietly aloft

Currents straining

To reach unknown heights

Of self imposed limitation

 

 

Painted glorious in light

Despite a map of life lived

Etched quietly upon a dying skin

That reflects slowly in turn

The light that dances through the dust.

 

 

R.W.W

Banfiadh copyright 06/13

 

 

 

 

 

Liar

Liar

Oh ye of little truthfullness

With even less of Faith

Follow on the words of wrong

Within the liar’s grace.

Still ye follow like a sheep

Into the slaughter house

Listen to a liar’s words

To keep your God without.

Hark! Listen to the slander

While claiming piety devout

But when the thunders over

The lie will turn you out.

Can you look in the mirror?

You can see the liars face

Over your shoulder, looking

To keep you in your place

Untruth is not the way of God

Or those who leave lies lay

Written in the heavens high

On your judgment day

R.W.W.

Banfiadh copyright 11/13

Revamp.

I’m taking a moment of time.
A short moment to go through and delete the bulk of my political rants.
For most people . . . it matters not.
Until they perceive the truth of Freedom, no amount of ranting will sway them.
So I’m refocusing this blog on Art, poetry, writing and so forth.
Thats what it was supposed to be in the first place.

Raven White Wolf.