Black feathers sleek, shiver
before a cawing wail;
carrion upon the field sheds
a stinging acrid scent.
A pike-like beak impales, spears
the warring death;
goddesses three fly wayward
to seed this chaos.
The Morrígan laugh on their
field of doom.
Black feathers sleek, shiver
before a cawing wail;
carrion upon the field sheds
a stinging acrid scent.
A pike-like beak impales, spears
the warring death;
goddesses three fly wayward
to seed this chaos.
The Morrígan laugh on their
field of doom.
(28. April 2022)
I'm a Scottish fool who wants to be an author, poet, musician and whatnot, but mainly an author. I'm sometimes known as "Scottish Chewbacca".
I started reading with Diana Wynne Jones, who is still by far my favourite author, and started writing with blurbs for imaginary books that, over time, I grew to want to bring out of my imagination and into the material world.
Be it prose or poetry, I love writing fantasy and I try my hand at science fiction or horror every now and then ― I hope you stick around to see what I write on this site, because I'm very excited to be here.
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