Defenders Riddle

They cannot know, they must not hear

Of the seven veins twisting fear

Every minute brings them near

To the Final Dusk of life and tear

None will sing or dance or cheer

After the Final Dusk appear

For all will tremble from concealed fear

The battle coming is all but mere

Sharpen your eye, tune your ear

For the Final Dusk will bring a spear

The battle coming will be quite queer

Lasting a week, a month, and a year

All the creatures, and all the gear

Remove the shadows and all will be clear

For the Final Dusk and battle severe

They cannot know, they must not hear

Until the Final Dusk is here.

Winter Poem

What brings today a crisp mist?

Announcing the return to come?

Proclaiming the whispers arriving

And making your fingers go numb.

It has been before

And this will never cease

For a new light can always be seen

And there shall ever be peace.

As white lines the ground

Wind grows as well

For winter is here once again

The snow floating so swell.

But this shall pass as ever does

And melt to the beauty of spring

So enjoy this time as it lasts

And join as nature sings!

Riddle of the Week (October 14)

They cannot know, they must not hear 
Of the seven veins twisting fear 
Every minute brings them near 
To the Final Dusk of life and tear 
None will sing or dance or cheer 
After the Final Dusk appear 
For all will tremble from concealed fear 
The battle coming is all but mere 
Sharpen your eye, tune your ear 
For the Final Dusk will bring a spear 
The battle coming will be quite queer 
Lasting a week, a month, and a year 
All the creatures, and all the gear 
Remove the shadows and all will be clear 
For the Final Dusk and battle severe 
They cannot know, they must not hear 
Until the Final Dusk is here.

 

~Dusk of Fadiths, Defenders of Lord Havom, 7

Author Poem (September 23)

These people have magic that’s one of a kind

To create towns and kingdoms with only their mind

And then in the end, surely you’ll find

Thousands of words on paper aligned

A story has a beginning, a birthplace, a start

An author who designs each great work of art

But that’s not even the very best part

For a writer has characters, friends always near

Who go through trials with worry and fear

But if they look up to see the storyteller

And if they see He has a plan

Everything will fall into place

Trust Him, and you can.

 

An Encouragement for Those Who Will Listen

Whatever you are going through 
Whatever you find you need
Just go to the great shepherd and
He will hear you plead.
He will not hold back on you
Or makes things harder still
Wait, soon, not yet, or later
Give an answer to you, He will.
Though it may not seem right to us
Trust, hope, believe
That the King of Kings and Lord of Love
Is with you, and’ll never leave.