Kingdom Nightmare

Where the starlight shines,

And the air is cool,
Where the Vampires dine,
On the blood of fools,
For truly only fools do roam,
Where the Vampires rule,
For that is there home.


Don't wander there,
Where teeth do tear,
Don't wander there,
The Nocturnes' lair.

Where the moonlight gleams,
And the creatures howl,
Where the moonlit beams,
Fall on Wolves at prowl,
Don't wander there,
Yet fear the growl,
That hangs there on the air.

Don't wander there,
Where teeth do tear,
Don't wander there,
The Nocturnes' lair.

Pray you don't one day,
Find you're there,
And don't there stay,
The Kingdom Nightmare

The White Side of the Apple

Greetings Readers.

As any fool might guess from taking a look at my blog, I enjoy poetry. However, at some point during my time reading poems, I came across one that I didn't particularly agree with. The author was using the poem to tell everyone who read it that Legends, Myths and Faerie-tales were all poisonous parasites that would corrupt your mind. Being a very big fan of Legends myself and not agreeing with a word this person said, I had to say something in return. Below is my reply to that poem.

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All those story-book legends and Faerie-tales,
To some may mean nothing,
They see no truth in swords in stones,
And not in harps that sing,
For they think once they've grown just past,
The height o three-foot-three,
"Grown-ups" they are surely then,
And "Grown-ups" they must be.
 They think of Legends just as lies,
Of Faerie-tales as fibs,
Told to frighten and cajole,
Toddlers wearing bibs.
But those who wish to utterly,
Their thoughts of Legends tear,
Inhale great huge breaths of clart,
Instead of cleansing air.
They've traded in a woven truth,
Severed ancient ties,
And taken in its place a veil,
A blinder built with lies.
A Kingdom's walls may someday fall,
Everafters, some aren't happy,
But I say good beats evil always,
Though it may sound sappy,
And I might throw a book at those,
Who scoff at Faerie-tales,
And though I lack in many things,
Books I've got in bales.

Redwall Poems

Greetings Readers!
Though this blog is mainly for the purpose of posting my own poems and some stories, I will at certain points be posting poems by some of my very favorite authors. This one is by one of the best poet's/authors that I know of: the late Brian Jacques, author of the Redwall series, seven strange and ghostly tales, the Adventures of Urso Brunov, many, many more.

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The Wind's icy breath o'er the land of death,

Tells a tale of the yet to come.

Past heaving waves that mark ships' graves,

Lies and island known to some,

Where seas pound loud and rocks stand proud,

And blood flows free as water,

To the far northwest, which knows no rest,

Came a father and his daughter.

The mind was numb, and the heart struck dumb,

When the night seas took the child,

Hurled to her fate, by a son of Hellgate,

The dark one called The Wild,

You whom they seek, though you do not speak,

The legend is yet to be born,

One day you will sing, over stones that are red,

In the misty summer dawn.    

Changeling

The Changeling's eyes of truest green,
Like naught that is by mortals seen,
For creatures such as he all dwell,
In sunlit glade and shaded well,
Far from the prying eyes of men,
Are made the homes of the Fairren,
And if a child there should find,
Such wondrous things as shock the mind,
They take him captive and keep him there,
And there he stays in their fond care,
And in his place they send a child,
Born in woods with nature wild,
To live in place of lost human,
And brighten heart of mourning man,
The Changeling stays in human home,
Though in his heart he longs to roam,
Through wooded world where dwells his past,
And where he knows he'll come at last,
For when his purpose in our world's done,
When life of parents there is run,
He'll leave the world where mortals dwell,
In favor of old wood and dell,
There he's welcomed in love's embrace,
By those who are of his own race,
And there he'll dance and there he sings,
For all who live there, live like Kings

Minotaur

Born with the face of a fearsome beast,

To earthly King and Queen of men,

Once every year on youth it feasts,

Of those who are brought to its den

The corridors, they twist and turn,

The beast has lost its way,

And now he moans, for his heart burns,

To glimpse the light of day,

Yet such a wish cannot come true,

The beast must walk the maze,

And in the dark, how its rage grew,

‘Till it yearned only to raze,

And now the beast must walk alone,

Along a twisting path,

To for his mother's wrongs atone,

And curb a sea god’s wrath,

Then one day came a man of Crete,

Bearing a sword of gold,

To slay the monster when they meet,

Is he fool or bold?

The Minotaur, now ages old,

Lives through only might,

With mind now gone and heart stone-cold,

He feels now only spite,

When comes the man of Crete to the Bull-man’s hellish den,

Their battle rages fierce and long,

The Monster meets its end

Magyk

With a word, with a spell,

With a wish in a well

Magyk dances, Magyk talks,

Magyk in fire and water walks

With the wave of a wand, with the turn of a ring,

Magyk does most anything

Shining, shimm’ring, everywhere,

In man and beast,

In dream and mare

Many men seek Magyk things,

Enchanted swords, a harp that sings,

But Magyk lives in everything,

In beast and man, all living things

And he who seeks only what he sees,

Is missing the forest, for all of the trees