A raven sat beside me

In silence for a time

Lost in silent company

Heartbeats pacing rhyme

Words flow often freely

Yet oft lost behind the din

Touch of feelings flowing

From the calm that lies within

In the haste of learning

There comes a silent cost

Can one sit within the quiet

Without spirit feeling lost?

Frantic haste fades slowly

With no fraught anxiety

Trust is growing wholly

Replacing fear sown seed

Joy the easy flow of words

Yet I love the silence true

And raven sat beside me

As I sat in silence too

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House of Beauty and Death

House of Beauty and Death.

So much beauty here.

This death trap – towering walls.

Waiting . . waiting for the end.

Arid, dry . . falsely green and living.

Life is desperate, at any time.


And change is but the blink of an eye.

From a long slow death to sudden dying.

A flash of light . . then nothing.

While the world will not end

The world we believe exists will.



We delude our selves.

Of our birthright supremacy

Opposable thumb and luck

Yet our spirit dwindles

Fades into self wrought



Time and again through history.

Humans rise and humans fall.

Death or survival.

A chance at life, or a lingering death.

And I watch, screaming silent,

as the world of hope dies.


A future unwritten in silence

As a future archeologist ponders

Who were they

Ancestors or failed experiment

Do you ever sit and dream

Staring at the stars

In broad daylight?


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Death came calling

Death Came Calling


A shadow touched me quietly

In the twilight of the day

Turning slow with wary eye

I stopped along the way

A lady cloaked in twilight’s fog

Wreathed in feathered gray

Gracefully she touched my spirit

Exposing wounds to my dismay

Through the window of my eyes

She looked through and deep within

“We’ve walked a million miles, love

As you’ve lived a hundred lives.

Danced across the eons

And parted now and then”


She pulled me close aside her

As remembered I did then

You were there when I awakened

In past ages beyond ken’

Beyond the turning cycles

We’ve watched the burning stars

I’ve watched a million sunsets

With dark lady of my heart


She’s there when one awakens

After living hopes and tears

Guides the passage of spirit’s freed

At cessation of all fears

She guides the gates of passages

Into the summer lands

Reflected in wild valkryie’s fair

Welcoming Valhalla’s bands

She holds the sacred cauldron

Through which all life renews

Gently the soul’s passing

When she receives her due

Cry Cerydwynn, the Morrigan

Hecate and Kali true

Worn a thousand names and faces

She’s the Queen of heaven too


I looked in her, my lover’s eyes

Self worn tired and to the bone

Yet knew that though I long for peace

It wasn’t time for me to go

Instead in conversation

Within each other’s arms we lay

She eased my burning loneliness

Teased with her charms in play

She’s my lady, my dear Goddess

Creation born of blood

Everything returns to her

In deaths ever running flood

But though she came to visit

And though she couldn’t stay

I’m glad she came a calling

On my lonely heart that day.



Banfiadh copyright 2005