They were nurturing with sniffscape
When the child stumbled on the rath.
The pack circled round and held their ground,
Expecting boy to be right back.
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The Innominate in Thirteens: Part 8, Raths and Rings
Dark forests aren’t the only spots,
That magic still’s aroused.
The raths, the rings and fairy things,
The circles that abound.
The Innominate in Thirteens: Part 7, More on Tails
And ancient rocks that rose so tall,
Set beside the graves of old,
That bore witness to the rise and fall,
Of tales both brave and bold.
The Innominate in Thirteens: Part 6, Old Tails and Stones
The time has passed for stories cast,
The tails of two wyverns and stones.
First friends, both farmers and powerful charmers,
From farrow-to-finish best known.
The Innominate in Thirteens: Part 5, Death
So for the worst, the lines and verse
Of a sorceress now unleashed.
Free from the bonds, and about the wrongs,
A felling of the peace.
The Innominate in Thirteens: Part 4, The Old One
That’s when the old lord lost his sight,
And in a way his health,
All caused by when the cat sìth sprang
His senses overwhelmed.
The Innominate in Thirteens: Part 3, The Soul Consumer
The thing that sought the ravens,
Creeping with a sickening smile.
It was a folklore type of horror,
And full feline sort of wild.
The Innominate in Thirteens: Part 2, The Shaman’s Sentries
And left at dawn in guilt and pain,
Of all that had been heard,
Patrick’s ousting of the wyverns,
And the enfields’ grounds disturbed.
The Innominate in Thirteens: Part 1, The Story Holder
Oh that, that morn, that quiet fore storm,
And the slugabeds fast asleep.
But a hero stood, at the edge of a wood,
Reflecting on the murky keep.
The unlocking
Grounds still frozen
Creeks swollen full
Opening Season
I’m feeling pulled