A short story that may turn into a chapter found in my in progress novel, Warinja History.
Month: August 2020
The Cards
Red for blood, black for night With cards you’ll never guess it right. Diamond is a sign of wealth Though not always a sign of health. Club is the mark of a fight Typically found in the dead of night. Spade to bury those who are dead Never let it go to your head. The…
House of Sirens
There is a place where people vanish without a trace. Most think this area is the Bermuda Triangle, but they are wrong about that place. The house gravitates there occasionally. Sure, almost annually. But the real source of disappearances is the house itself. Just don’t look for the elf. The House of Sirens is no…
The Call of the Night
Sleep, sleep my dear For the moon is high Sleep, sleep my dear For the call is nigh There is much to say There is much to do But it will not trouble you Sleep, sleep my dear For the moon is high Sleep, sleep my dear For the call is nigh A child of…
Come So Far
The days are long, The struggles are hard, But I have never come so far. The storms rage on, The wind still howls, But I have never come so far. Task after task, job after job, There is no end to the chores. But I have never come so far. I want it all to…
Walk With Me
Walk with me Home you’ll see We’ll be safe together Walk with me Home you’ll see We’ll be safe forever Touch the sky Clear your eye Sing sweetly, softly Touch the sky Clear your eye Cast me not your worry Walk with me Home you’ll see We’ll be safe together Walk with me Home you’ll…
What The World Wants
What the world wants is amusement, But that is not what the people see. The world sees entertainment, But the people know they are not free. The spotlight shines down from above The stars shine bright in the dark The cannon rolls in on the dove Yet all it needs is a spark. The monkeys…
What Am I?
What am I? I do not know. So please, Won’t you tell me so? Am I a room? Am I a shelf? Am I a building? Or Santa’s elf? Well, it depends, I’d have to say, On what you see of me, This day. I must be a treasure box, Because there is treasure within…
Old Oak Tree
Come and see the old oak tree The north wind is a callin’ Stay awhile ye little child And hear the old tree’s story The creek below It makes things grow The water be cool and sweet I’d sit and stay Ya hear me pray As the creek cleans me aching feet Come and see…
Dark Day
Was a dark dark day sometime in spring Anything would have been better than to hear him sing Right when hope was restored ready to weild In the war it all was lost on the battlefield Now hear the song of sorrow play Jo sends each blade flying into the fray Already the tears begin…