Child of the Oak's Moon.

Spring's play is Winter Pay.


Sap has gone to Root.



Winter's Coldest yet to come. 


Perhaps a child for Fairies Queen. 


Eyes of ice and heart of stone.


Frigga's Tears can not atone.


Fair Badar's Doom.


Mistletoe on Loki's evil loom.


Beware of the child born on Oak's Moon.


Moon Rising 
TDK

Coprright George King November, 2013

Books

And when the Net is gone and lights won't come on.

Oh for books those still alive will so long.

As we do today for what did the Druids once had to say.

No Books no time Machine

So Quill your Parchment and Guard it well.

It will be all that is left when Tech falls to Hell.


TDK

Curse of the Watch Towers and the Fae:

When the last Druid has gone away.

The Sun shall not Rise or Set in the day.

Moon shall not pull the tides of the bay.

Life will burn and Freeze in perpetual Night and Day.

The Sidhe shall never again glide down the Ley.

At last the Old Curse is done when there is no True Druid left to hold it a bay.

No one will pray For there will never be another Day.

Moon will have Set

Tower of Babel be long gone.

I am one once again and we shall not come back for Skin.

TDK

The Storm and the Ley.

The Storm howl's in across the bay.
Strong Wind blows down road and Ley.

Shouting Shouting everywhere its been.
Dancing with Fae dJinn and Other-Kin.

Now whispers it will be back for me and we will travel the World's great Ley
When I am but ash and blowing dust on a dark  gray winter's day.

Moon Rising
TDK

Cold Blue Metallica:

Sometimes when the wind blows just right.

And there is a special kind of darkness in the night.

You once again can taste the sweet cold Metallica of a forty five.

When life swung on a finger,  so long ago.

Just to pull,  or just say no.

Some say you can hear the roar.

Before lights out,  for evermore.

And even if you did not, Charley would do his best.

To put you all down to rest.

In black pajamas,  and no armored vest.

But when it came to killing,  he was the best.

Just laughed at your high tech

Yet beat,  all the West.

And you thought,  you were the very best.

TDK

SummerLand Cycle

When Silver cord has returned to Gold.

Death's Black Winter breather has blow so cold.


Nothing here but shell and Ghost.

For Soul has returned to its Host.


Cry not for what you have lost.

But sight with joy as eternal life has paid the cost.


Soul has recharged once again.

Life in Summers Land does begin.


Till its time to dive back into new skin.

To charge the Soul once again.


TDK

Walking the Hard Road.

There are few if any roads for a parent to walk, harder then the one taken with the lost of a child. Unexpected and senseless violent dead must be even worst.

Yet the road is walked so many times these days.

Car  Bombs, Drones or insane Gun deaths.

The Road is the same. Covered in Heatrbreak, Anger, Guilt and senseless blame sometimes that they did not or could do enough.

Where was their Gods / Goddesses etc. The damning if only and I am sure so many other sharp stones as one walks this  with a broken heart.

   Blessed is anyone that walks it with the grieving family even for just a few steps !!!

 (Soco Maka Sheno)

TDK