When the raiders came, survival was to the strong and fleet of foot…
Fast As A Fox by Michael Doyle Run, run Fast as a fox Hide, hide Inside the rocks Deep, deep Inside the grotto Weep, Weep Hidden In the shadow Blood falls like rain Inceptively, life drains Flowing rich and warm Death to life conforms The wolves chase through wood Fire's secrets understood Excalibur sinks into its stone Blood spills to atone (c) July 19, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Sort of a word play on a Celtic adventure of romance, magic and dreams.
In Dream's Shadow by Michael Doyle Drowning in your spell My secrets to reveal Fallen to blade you wield I suddenly find, I yield To sleep inside your dream The sheerest magic, I have seen There in the magic that you bring What was once not is suddenly everything With two hands upon your hips And scarlet wet on your lips Long red hair flowing as your snare My heart is yours as in all ways fair A search for words that I might know But fail as your love ebbs and flows Day breaks to find that I must go Always following in dream's shadow (c) July 19, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Much of life is lived as though on a roll of the dice. Game of chance and circumstance lived with our best intentions.
Tavern Dice by Michael Doyle With a roll of dice A gamble is made For something nice Or evil, I'm afraid There in this game Of snake's eyes and seven Is that familiar same Discarded in the name of heaven Crookedly weighted in the die That fixes the score In this way, deception lies That and something more The minstrel dares to ramble In search of his broken melody A darkened tavern's gamble Is all the same for you and me All's the laughter He bargains with the shadow As long as we both get what we're after Does it matter how the dice rolls? (c) July 18, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
A bit of a story about Celtic magic derived from a much larger story:
The God Smiles by Michael Doyle The God smiles in sanctification Blessing His love in its purification Lessons taught in the Garden's tending Such is the face worn in its pretending Demons drive the rage we keep inside While pretending otherwise with great pride All of the pretense that we burn Are lessons still greater than we'll learn Elsewhere, a sleepy village wakes at dawn Wishing only for life and peace to go on Death wakes to life from burning embers While the wolf peers out from the timbers (c) July 18, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The Declaration of Independence is the all-time masterpiece of ideological simplification. There in a single sentence of self-evident truth, the founding Fathers put into clear, easily understandable focus, the broad basis of man’s relationship to God, to government, and to his fellow man.” – Clarence Manion (1896-1979)
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Tales of magic and the quests that invariably accompany these always tug at my soul.
Born In the Dawn by Michael Doyle In the mists of time, there is a story Of the sword of power and it's full glory One day a woman would come to wield All of the mystery to be revealed Men fear a woman of such power Fearing her as a demon who might devour That was before Arthur became king With his courage and all that would bring Such lives begin with water and of fire Cursed as we were with earthly desire The cursed raven sits and sees it all It's murder swirls in flight before the wall There is magic in the near woods A thousand omens rest when understood Listening to all to be heard in nature's voice Heeding its guidance in making clear choice One voice stand out as if a long lost friend Whispering loudly that death is not the end Witching can bring curse or be its own boon Depending on the need and, of course, the moon To suffer fools or to learn to lead This is the choice required by force and deed An offering made of life in sacrifice And still the doubters wonder if it will suffice Born in the dawn to pass in the twilight Those hidden choose who they please to give sight The voices of discontent see as these might But regardless, the will of wisdom is the path of right (c) July 17, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The last in the classic retelling of a classic werewolf tale:
A Dagger's Breath by Michael Doyle Everywhere the deceived heart searches for clues Bits of treachery displayed in all of its hues You can hide it all within a certain mask Simply through the questions you do and don't ask A hero's heart seeks to be free of chains However much it might seem in vain So much hatred in the name of the cross All of which would find Christ at His loss To protect us from darkness, we are fed lies When our only safe passage is the sunrise Under the blood moon is read the verse While those who are bitten live under the curse Big eyes are all the better with which to see Big ears are better to hear somehow infinitely Big teeth are the things of nightmares and tears All of these become the wolf of our worse fears Woken as it were from the night of sheer terror We become keenly aware of all of our errors A hero does what needs to be done and does not complain Through their courage the beast will be slain The wolfen sees the world in his bestial pride Offering his cursed gift as he quietly confides Telling his daughter that she will be invincible Something she doesn't want and finds incredible Driving silver into this unholy veins She takes her destiny by its reins She is not the Devil's daughter And though love might die, she will not be her father On the banks of the foggy, frozen lake She watched her goodbye as her soul shakes The winter came with all of its brutality A dagger's breath felt in its mortality (c) July 17, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
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