Tag: fantasy
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Pilgrims Walking IX
He looks at me for the first time without armour I plug his waterfalling wounds, as it were my dharma Hand grips my forearm hard and plain alarm Etched across his paling countenance, harm Done to one is done to all, done to self, a charm Bracelet of jangling apotropaics You won’t ever have that…
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Pilgrims Walking VIII
His fast-beating heart so often in his mouth Slows like lust at hundred’s half He bleeds like a stuck calf Soon his white shirt is plastered To him pink and diaphanous Like old revenge cast in alabaster His eyes wells, the spells he won’t cast The worlds he will never master Forbidden from this ever…
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Pilgrims Walking – VII
In the morning no sign of the knights Off with their hides, hied to the night Only memories left behind As rind and reminder Life can be like a wine cup, full up of the good stuff Or empty, a wind up bird it can sit in the drawer or fly plenty High hundreds of…
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DissBarred
See through your craft, pyrex lyrics Burn down your raft, fire ass lyrics In your wallet a perished prop durex In my wallet a rarified crop of flex Worthy bills They fan wide Fans far and wide Plans from which you cannot hide Plans involving your slow demise Neither all smiles nor miser Realest since…
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Pilgrims Walking – V
We are given, gifted, brave souls Such that the oft cowering are offscourings Bound for Gehenna’s rank mounds Temples of dirt and toxic mould Our head rounds should point to the sun Never down to the ground like a coward Let lion eyes beam out, let man be lionised Let Earth be wonderful, let us…
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Winter Ride to the Lodge
Sheets of sight-stealing snow A sheep’s coat covering steals the road and sense of route Barely seen behind his coat the driver spits rudely Cracks his crop to break the horse unruly Alexander hiding Bucephalus’ shadow A single jewel kings his finger, gained unduly Ejects starlight, the duel of sun and dew The Holly laughing…
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Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
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Hero’s Arrival
Bull totem clan Campbell, not can See the antient man Reaper and reaver of and on his lands His mouth’s demands are brought around to heel by his hands His fastness a forest fortress, like Vodalus, fighters from the Fianna Who heard singing Lia Fáil, line its wooden walls, loyal to their Rí They wear…
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Armoured Goodbye
He is wearing armour Whispering romance languages Sands stop seething through time’s vial, all is languid Mo chara, mo chroí, amor Tomorrow, ámararch, I march without sorrow You will die, she protests, Mairbh I go the way of all flesh and all armadas In the ground and beneath the sea They trade claddaghs He goeth…