Daughter

Daughter by Dylan Hansen My girl dreams of a night that’s full,Moon beams scattered as ropes to pull,  Night rose glowing on a vine made spire,And birds of prey nesting on a low fence pire,  Buds begin to bloom her crown of light,Called to the … Continue readingDaughter

The Dance in the Glade

The Dance in the Glade by Kayne Brookes Seek thee out wisp-bound glade mine son,the Daughter bids thee cometo merry dance that has begunamoung strange friends so glum. Proud Seeded Lion with deep bowdoth greet his mistress kind.A burning kiss upon his brow,his rage the … Continue readingThe Dance in the Glade

Knotted Flower

Knotted Flower by Andrew Borck | @bfriendlygiant   In the middle of the Eyrewood, a rare flower grows. A Lookout needs it, A Daughter protects it, A Thornwatch would only see it as part of a knot.   Deep in the Eyrewood, a flower is … Continue readingKnotted Flower

Set in Stone

Set in Stone by Dylan Hansen   Though the nights seep with fog, And the the limbs dip deep into the bog, The eyes gaze red and see your bones, Turning the flesh into stones,   The sounds of pain get lost in the mire, … Continue readingSet in Stone

My Wood

My Wood by Kristan R. Kelskar Let me tell a story, Of the wood I belong. Not of gold and glory, That is all long gone! No, of home wide ‘n strong, You guessed right it’s Eyrewood, And my story is of no good! Look … Continue readingMy Wood

A Traveler Lost

A Traveler Lost by stilettoblade   A traveler lost in the darkest of wood Bereft of the path where he knows he once stood.   The beasts looming in, yet in this wood of Eyre A slim thread of hope that he yet finds hearth’s … Continue readingA Traveler Lost

Rose to Remember

Rose to Remember by Josh Mahler   Rose to remember, raspberry to protect. Wound about the birch and bound in blood. In the Eyre’s dark this will preserve, help you remember who you were. ‘Ware the dark paths and forests song. ‘Ware the deep places … Continue readingRose to Remember

Travelers Song

TRAVELERS SONG by Devin A Poet   Remember these words, my lone little child, Lest you wander and die, lost in the wild. You need be prepared in the Wood of Eyre, For you might face a beast or get torn by the briar.   … Continue readingTravelers Song