Ancient-Hoofbeats

 You could hear the mourning of the birds today, as if their whole world had crashed down in the silence of the night—and, essentially, it had. The cries of the crows was nearly as deafening, not because they were establishing their dominance, as they always did in their daily morning rituals, but because they too had lost something in the changing of the land and the felling of the trees. Even as the world accepted that animals are animals, and the habitual rituals of the lower food chain generally changed generations by seasons instead of by decades, it was evident that birds feel pain, and sorrow, and anguish...even my dog felt their

Secrets aligned in crystal A whisper, a word, stories in ancient tongue Shimmering in the dead of night Little lanterns dance in sweet harmony Destinies collide in age, against Time Itself Deny not the flutter of thy heart For truth, and in truth, melodies sing the Sirens True... Upon the brow of battle Beyond the clutches of beastly fouls Sketched by the fingers of ancient eras past All and in all written the world of a noble race Upon crumbling stone "Let thy love rule in kingdom and soul That all the lands may know thee in whole." Sworn by sword For the Kingdom so true A promised lordship, the Way, the beginning and the En