I am the wolf in the sky you’ll hear me when I howl at the moon, I am the supernatural a mother of the night, calling my clan over the mountain tops and echoing in the swoop of the valley below. I’ll shiver your timbers in Turners Wood, I’ll smash your night with howls to remind you of my rule over you and the hidden kingdom of nature.
Tag: grief
Royals
The king of life and the king of nothing, the king of death or the bringer of peace laid side by side with nothing to say, they are both dead but the royal one caused death in life in the name of god. The war was called we are right everyone else was wrong, that’s why so many died in foul ways but strangely enough the king and his dead pauper felt nothing. One assumes the grass sensed more, but did not see as only survivors told the history of that day, the day of equality in death, rich or poor.
Game In Heaven
The board game in heaven, planning of wars to come when words turned to weapons in one day, by the minds of those insane, fought in a nightmare world, will it be better to be remembered for notoriety than gone consigned to the general oblivion, meanwhile Mason Cult rests. That is all.
Souls & Voices
Souls and voices through windows and doors in the corner a radio plays to itself but a precense exists for you are there.
A clasp of your wrist clinging mildly gripping to reassure memorie, in acceleration
you log it all being brave is difficult and too painfully clear in a raw and wounded mind.
In our grief we seek a capacity to heal and renew and with the passing of time a mothers love to a son is eternal.
God bless and stay strong as bright sunshine will return
and time will try and heal what it can for the now.