Raikou

Art of the Supernatural

Musings

Imagine

Posted on January 14, 2012 at 11:10 PM Comments comments (0)

Today I saw a swallow skipping through the breeze

and I imagined a fairy where the swallow might have been

 

Today I saw a dog that was sleeping in the trees

and I imagined a dragon there, sleeping in the green

 

Today I saw a fish that leapt amid the stream

and I imagined it was a nymph that laughed in waters agleam

 

Everything that I see, I see as if in a dream

Now can you imagine the things that I have see...

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Tir NanOg

Posted on January 14, 2012 at 12:10 PM Comments comments (0)

In eldritch fens on the ancient loams

Where ne’er a Christian footfall sounds

Past fey mists are the standing stones

Where the gods of old can yet be found

 

Here was I taken by magic and mists

By a fleeting fancy was I led astray

Here the ancient powers bend and twist

To the whimsy of the Fey

 

And once I reached that secret grot

Did meet with a raven haired youth

...

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CROM CRUACH

Posted on January 14, 2012 at 12:05 PM Comments comments (0)

In a blackened field that runs with blood

Where sunlight never deigns to gleam

Where bones are sowed and souls are reaped

There, on a stone, is carven a name

The name of CROM CRUACH

And further more is written there

though it chills my blood to speak the words

It tells of a da...

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The Ballad of Badon Hill

Posted on January 12, 2012 at 12:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Men of Britain loud their cry

their banners held upright and high

Their pennants flare against the sky

On the road to Badon

Paint your faces Britain’s children

Sing your son...

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Ode to a Haggis

Posted on December 3, 2010 at 3:24 AM Comments comments (0)

Disclaimer: I did not write this I just find it to be a very compelling poem about Haggis...

 

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, 

Great chieftain o the puddin'-race! 

Aboon them a' ye tak your place, 

Painch, tripe, or thairm: 

Weel are ye wordy of a grace 

As lang's my arm.

 

The groaning trencher there ye fill, 

Your hurdies li...

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