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DRAGON EYES

Darkly glancing dragon eyes
	Dancing pools of fiery light
Sparkling gems witched from the skies
	Emerald, pearl, and ruby bright
Opal, sapphire, amethyst
	Coyly blend their crystal beams
Diamond spheres by heaven kissed
	Doorways to a thousand dreams
Wild -- undreampt since Ancient Time
	When the dragon ruled the night
Words were Magick, Music, Rhyme
	Bardic songs set hearts aflight
Man and Woman ruled as Kings
	In that Golden Paradise
Soaring high on dragon wings
	'Til the snow-white moon would rise
Gone -- Lost in Night's endless deeps
	Yet its phantom-image lies
Where the waiting dragon sleeps
Deep within your dragon eyes.

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THE FOUR HORSEMEN

Prancing proud, the horses come
	Hoofbeats loud sound thru the land
Marching to an unseen drum
	Beaten by an unseen hand

First a snow white horse drew nigh
	Whose rider held an ivory bow
He shot the stars from out the sky
	And dealt the sun a fatal blow

Next appeared a horse of red
	Its rider raised a scarlet sworde
'Come and see' the Four Beasts said
	'Now Peace hath fled from all the world'

Third did come a coal black mare
	Its rider carried scales of Gold
Famine struck the thoroughfare
	And starveling sons their mothers sold

Last a pale horse did appear
	Hell did follow in its wake
Tortured Souls, cold and austere
	Nailed their brethren to the stake

Now the solemn church bells sound
	Calling all to Midnight Mass
Now the dying gather round
	Now the final hours pass

Endless years of toil and flood
	Mark the ages from Christ's birth
'When wilt Thou avenge our blood
	On them that dwell upon the earth?'



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THE GORECROW

O' where are the soldiers -- where can they be found?
	The soldiers lie strewn 'crost the battle-scarred ground
O' thither, O' thither the gorecrow must fly
	Wherever the bodies of dead men do lie
		Tahr-rahrahra caigh-o
		Tahr-rahrahra caigh-ay
	Who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?

And where are the sailors -- O' where can they be?
	The sailors lie floatin', face down, i' the sea
Away thro' the tempest the gorecrow must speed
	Before the cruel ocean recovers her deed
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
	O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?

And where are the ladies -- O' where do they lie?
	In the kitchen or pantry, the wheatfields or rye?
Tis nae matter, for whither Love's maidens lie -- lo!
	Tis thither, O' thither the gorecrow must go
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
	And who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?

O' where are the children -- the children who've died?
	Hid fast in their cradle, by their mother's side
O' hasten then gorecrow -- O' hasten thee there!
	For the flesh of Love's babes is a pleasure most rare
		Tah-rahrahra caigh-o
	Tah-rahrahra caigh-ay
	O' who shall be feeding the gorecrow today?


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SWANSONG

The Shadows rise, the Sun hath set
	The Stars burn pale and cold
The Evening mist hangs damp and wet
	And I am growing old

Beneath the Autumn Moon I spy
	The leaves of  burnished gold
That mould'ring on the ground do lie
	And I am growing old

Here in the fading light I see
	Time's hoary tale unfold
For Death will soon be here for me
	And I am growing old

The Autumn Wind blows damp and wet
	And chills the fingers round my heart
I die with only one regret
	My Love and I must part

I fear the Night, so cold and wet
	I fear the chill the Grave doth hold
Then hold me tight and tighter yet
	For I am growing old

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LOVE WALKS

Love is a spirit of all compact fire – William Shakespeare

Love walks on faery footsteps
In the garden of my soul
With long, red hair that falls in wild folds
About a face of undefiled beauty
Wherein two orbéd cat’s eyes, loving, reign 
-- Twin meteors with pow’r to bless or burn 
Stol’n from the opal’d moonbeams of Night’s ceil –
And all the flames thrown forth from myriad stars
Ignite my muslin heart with deathless fire
Unquenchable, save in the fiercer glow
When living spirits meet in Love’s embrace.
Love sings in faery whispers
Of the splendor of your touch
When flesh meets flesh in tender union sweet 
And strews the treasures of a thousand flow’rs
Whose gentle odors weave their mystic spell
About my bounden senses  -- lost in you
As ev’ry blossom breathes anew your name.

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THE WYNTER STARS

I cannot stay wi' thee, my love
	This long and chill Decembre night
The wynter stars that burn above
	Cast forth their shrill and hollow light
On ev'ry hamlet, ev'ry dell
And of the coming battle tell
	And tho' I'd bravely meet the fight
The stars do not bode well

I cannot tarry longer, dear
	The lonely chruchbells, far away
Proclaim the midnight hour is here
	And lo! the moon hangs ashen-grey
Atop the pallid, cloud-scarr'd sky
The banshee hurls her mournful cry
	From far beyond the frozen bay --
Tomorrow I shall die

I cannot pass this night wi' thee
	Tho' come the dawn we two were wed
Fate deems our love is not to be
	The new-morn breeze that finds me dead
Shall veil the fading world wi' hoar
As tho' to hide th'entrails of war
	The cold, black pools of death outspread
Like dirt across Earth's floor

And if tomorrow finds me dead
	Thou'lt search the silenc'd battleground
And wade thee thro the corpse-strewn meade
	Until my bones are found
Hid thick within the frozen gore
That mars each meadow, vale, and moor
	And tho' th'untimely dead abound
My love bids thee endure

Thou'lt gently wipe the dirt away
	From off my bow'd and bloodéd head
And hold me in thine arms and say
	Thou lovs't me tho I'm dead
The stars in wynter's frozen dome
Like silent ghosts from ancient Rome
	-- Cast down their light acrost the meade
For thou to lead my Spirit home

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INTO THE NIGHT

Into the Night my thoughts are sped
	Into the realm of Dream
After the sun's last rays have fled
And all the stars do gleam
Fast in the Dark, my weary head
Is soothed by a stray moonbeam

Dragons of Sleep appear above
	Swallowing up the skies
Lorelei whisper dreams of love
-- Lilting, alluring lies --
Deep in a secret moonlit grove
I close my longing eyes

When in the Night my thoughts are sped
	Phantasmal forms arise
Daemons alight beside my bed
Shifting their shapes before my eyes
When I'm among the quick and dead
I still shall dread their cries

Into the Nether-world of Night
	Adrift on a starlit sea
Crystalline vistas fill my sight
As cold arms encompass me
Awash on a sunneless wave of light
I hasten to Fate's decree

Now does the hand of Peace descend
	Now does the moon burn red
Now is the hour when mem'ries blend
With visions of Hope and Dread
Alone in the Night, my gentle friend
I bend my star-crossed head

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THE DAMNED

Enchained thro each eternal hour
Infernal fires consume life's flow'r
No saving grace, no greater powre
	For we who are the Damned

From Youth to Age our course is run
In endless circles with the sun
No end to what was not begun
	No Peace for we the Damned

Our bodies bloom then fade to dust
Then bud anew -- as all things must --
No silent tomb in which to trust
	No sleep for we the Damned

Writ in the weaver's web I see
That human will was never free
What choice is there for such as we?
	No freedom for the Damned

Around and 'round the starwheels go
And haste the heavens to and fro
Their darkling purpose none can know
	Lost Souls are we the Damned

We fear not Yahweh's scornful brow
Nor o'er our Soul His Law allow
Doomed men have no recourse to bow
	Now proudly hail the Damned

Tho dark our days, our Spirits swell
To revel in our self-made Hell
Then pity not we Souls who fell
 	For none shall quell the Damned!

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GHOSTS

An unseen footstep on the stair
The misty glow of moonless nights
The shadow cast when no one's there
A rustling drape, strange bluish lights
The groaning of a swaying door
That you'd locked fast an hour before

The feeling that you're not alone
An icy touch, a sudden chill
A mournful, otherworldly moan
Borne on the breeze when trees are still
The flicker of a candle flame
The hollow voice that speaks your name

The sadness in your mother's smile
The amber hue of faded bliss
A child's laughter free from guile
The memory of Love's first kiss
Of friends and family gone before
Of all who shall return no more

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