An ode written for Fyr, bearer of the title of the Dark Prince of the Void and Night, whose realm lies among the Great Fir Woods, inhabited by his worshippers the deerfolk and various forest-fays.
Category: Literature
Wolves at the Gates II
With silence they arrived,
then a knock on the gates…
Pounding! We rise to feet!
There-there, howling rises.
Wolves at the Gates
They knock, they knock…
We are sitting in silence.
The wolves at the gates.
They have arrived at last!
Lovers’ Deception
Fear the snake and be careful of the shedding lies!
The Thief
Short story of the thief of hearts.
Guidance of the Wind
Meditation is a key or a path to the inner self. To reach the inner sanctum of a human being born through losses.
Steering the wheel by yourself — being the master of your own fate — is the hardest of challenges.
Surrounded by Yellowing Leaves…
I like to just sit on a bench and silently watch. The world is a fascinating place, forever telling stories. With a bit of imagination even the smallest things can be interesting.
The Outsider
I wrote this poem after some dark moments within the University.
Sometimes I just feel lost and lonely, because it is hard to find one’s place, when cheerful careless life seems so distant and alien.
Dreaming
I dreamt of a fox I could not reach. It was looking at me with eyes like the stars themselves. I reached out, yet I could not touch it. I felt its calling, that something is wrong… I woke up, shaking… And I was right, something was amiss indeed…
The Fox
Song of the Fox, who’s tears created the Great Lakes of the World.