Tagged with Dark Clouds

AvondWolk: Rondom Montfort

AvondWolk: Rondom Montfort

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule —
From a wild weird clime, that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space — out of Time. Lees verder

Sky Turns Red: Rondom Montfort

Sky Turns Red: Rondom Montfort

I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die. Lees verder

Licht naar Donker: Rondom Montfort

Licht naar Donker: Rondom Montfort

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. Lees verder