I find myself within the dusk of night Where ghouls and shadows flit around my head Spitting words of hopeless paths and tired treads Pressing under me, the weight of darkness’ might In the midst of shadowed storms I seek the light Trying to remember words of hope I’ve heard and read Holding onto sanity … Continue reading The Dusk of Night
Certitude is the lullaby lie we tell ourselves when things go bump in the night.
She is a child of the night. She is sceadugenga.
In darkness lies midwinter’s lonely road beneath the bleak discriminating erne. He pads midst silent seas of snow and firn and stride upon the troglodytic wold. The sun grows shy before his slow advance, the moon tenaciously asserts her berth. Her glow illuminates the raven’s mirth and floods the season’s gelid, hoary manse. Amidst the … Continue reading Winter