I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
The Realm of Sleep Walking in the darkness Drowning in the deep I see the things I cannot see Outside the realm of sleep. I see the dread and deadly things The strangers in the night I see the ugly, monstrous things That dawn keeps out of sight. I feel the ancient yearning for The knowledge I don’t know And reach for dangers in the dark That mystify my soul. And yet the urge to wander on Keeps me from drawing back Exploring continents unknown And swimming through the black. I walk a warrior in my heart My step, unheard and light I bound to mountain top and sea A creature of the night. In that dream world, I feel no fear I feel no self disdain I master every challenge there And dance upon the rain.
Not every sleep will take me there Those visits seldom come But when they do, I hurry in Like a lost child going home.
SHADOWLING
DOWN IN THE MEADOW WHERE THE WHIPPOORWILL CALLS AND THE WEEPING WILLOWS GROW THE MOON STAYS FULL MOST EVERY NIGHT AND THE GOBLIN WINDS DOTH BLOW. THERE IS A SHADOWLING BOY, THEY SAY LIVING IN THAT PLACE THEY'VE HEARD HIM LAUGH AND SEEN HIS TRACKS THOUGH NONE HAVE SEEN HIS FACE. UP ON THE ROOF IN MIDNIGHT'S DARK DOWN BY THE WISHING WELL THEY SAY HE HAUNTS THE VILLAGE GREEN THEY SAY HE COMES FROM HELL. WHEN MISCHIEF IS DONE, THEY SAY HE'S THE ONE WHEN SOMETHING IS FOUND AMISS THEY SAY HE'S TO BLAME, THOUGH NONE KNOW HIS NAME AND I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT THIS. FOR MANY MOONS, I'VE SEARCHED THE MEADOWS THE FOREST AND THE TREES AND CALLED FOR HIM, THE SHADOWLING BOY BUT NO ANSWER HAS COME FOR ME. I BROUGHT HIM ROSES FOR PRESENTS AND BREAD THAT I BAKED MYSELF AND WHEN I TURNED 'ROUND AT THE WISP OF A SOUND THERE WASN'T A CRUMB OF IT LEFT. ONE NIGHT IN THE STORM AS I STOOD BY THE BROOK AS THE DAY FADED INTO TOMORROW I THOUGHT I HEARD A LOW, LONELY CRY AND I THOUGHT I FELT HIS SORROW. IN THE LIGHTNING STRIKE, I SAW A SHADOW AND THE SHADOW STOOD ALONE I REACHED MY HAND OUT TO THE GHOST BUT IN THE NEXT BREATH IT WAS GONE. THE PEOPLE SAY HE'S EVIL AND MALEVOLENT AND MEAN BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S FAIR TO JUDGE SOMEONE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN. THE SHADOWLING BOY IS A FABLE, SOME SAY AND OTHERS SAY, A MYTH BUT I THINK HE'S REAL, IN MY HEART, I CAN FEEL HE'S THE ONE THAT I WANT TO BE WITH. I'LL SEARCH FOR HIM AS LONG AS IT TAKES TILL THE END HAS TAKEN OVER THE WORLD BUT THE THING YOU DON'T SEE 'CAUSE YOU CANNOT SEE ME IS THAT ......I AM A SHADOWLING GIRL.
