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Showing posts with label Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Time. Show all posts

Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Well of Time


When one looks into the Well of Time.

Its waters are dark and bitter with tannin and brine.



Yet the fossils of truth and wisdom can be found.


Encased in history long ago gone to ground.



One must seek with both a open mind and heart.


For like the Future reading the past is a Prophets Art.

TDK


(c) George King August 18, 2013

Friday, July 19, 2013

Morgania Maid Maven

John William Waterhouse - The Lady of Shalott - Google Art Project edit.jpg
The Lady of Shalott is an 1888 painting by the English Pre-Raphaelitepainter John William Waterhouse.




Morgania Maid Maven
"
The Gull and the Raven flew with Morgania Maid Maven.

As she rode down the shore along the emerald green Sea.

A Goddess of Power Trice Land Air and Sea.

Hard Men's hearts weep at the sight of her hair blowing in the Wind.

And fell dumbstruck to the ground, for to touch her was highest of Sin.

Women walked miles in path horses hoofs hoping to find a hair from sweet Head

For Woven into flax, it was said to bring Magick in Bed,

Each generation claims they saw her though she should be so long Dead.

Its True Cawed the Raven the Gull was there Too.

Sand slips through my fingers like Time in the Glass.

As I remember the Love of a long long loss Lass."


"Noon Rising Sun across the Sea cast.

Death and memories, I am frozen in a moment that pain will not let Pass

For a Bard role's I never meant to be my last Task

But am given the peacocks long quell and tongue ink of the wind.

On Fire staff, I lean heavy as Sea's Roar brings sounds of old battles I not Win.

Yet walked away from, last living covered in  Dark Magick's crimson Sin.

 Morgania Maid Maven I will always see you on the shore riding the Sea's Salt Wind."

TDK

(c) July 19, 2013 George King (Except Images).

Hail wise Druids a Boon I do beg. Just came from sleep's Fairy Hill
With words in the mind forcing me to to write the bitter sweet rhyme.
Can anyone tell me if matches in anyway any tale of the long dead Bards told.
For in works Erin I am not even begin deep.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

A Druid's Walk, written in the dust of Time.


As I walk I draw power from the way of the Ley.

I listen to spirit of the First Oak in the Land of the Fae.

I feel Gala's pregnant heart beat beneath my feet each Day.

Yet I answer only to my Over-Soul for what I may do or Say.

For I am a Druid and follow only the ancient Adder's Way.

TDK / The Druid King

Copy rite George King March, 10 2013


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Sunday, May 6, 2012

The Well of Was

Many say that that it is impossible to know the Druids of long lost yesterday.

The Initiation Well, Quinta da Regaleira estate near the historic center of Sintra, Portugal.



Yet we yearn for the Druid's true wisdom and if it could help us all today.


The knowledge of the Druids has sunk like a stone, deep into the sea of time.

Oh how lack of ancient Druid writting now to us seems such a crime.

There is no one left alive to repeat their ancient skills and teach the rhyme.

Yet some have discovered the Well of Was that contains all truth long lost in time

They have drunk of its waters to awaken the Souls memories of its lives so long ago.

Yet of this secret knowledge you ask for proof this is one thing they can not show.

So if the ancient Druid's knowledge you really wish to know.

 It is to the Well 0f Was that you must go.

 No matter how far you travel to find the sacred well it is always near.

 And when you die it shall forever disappear.

The Druid King


Copyright May 6, 2012 George King 


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Thursday, March 15, 2012

Memories lost in Stone.

Of Gargoyles that were once your own.

It was to odd fly across the Great Pond, and walk the streets so old where in this life I had never been.

Yet these old places cry out to me, in a secret and psychic voice.

Old friend old friend, you're back at last and you still know us oh rejoice rejoice.

And as so many ancient memories all at once begin, to call to me across the seas of time.

Soon the tears well up in the eyes, as I stare at what others can not see.

Oh Goddess, dear friends did I even live long enough back then say goodbye?

Then my local guide turns and looks at me oh so queer.

Wondering why would this stranger looking at these old stones seem to cry.
 
The Druid King
Thinking of days a few years ago in Munich when I had a real job.
Copyright 03-15-2012 George King