The Deathly archer (P)

Death comes dressed in white
With a pure yet graven face
Soft footed, soft spoken
It drifts from place to place.

It is the decider of fate
Armed with a golden bow
An unfaltering aim marks the dead
With hallowed arrows of mistletoe

The Apple Tree (P)

I think of an apple tree,
In the back of my garden.
Planted by my thrice-times father,
Before i was alive.

It has stood for decades,
Stoic against the seasons.
While the sun sows its pattern,
In a woven cotton sky.

For the tree life is not the same,
It lives longer than we may dream,
And it sleeps in winter,
Only to wake next spring.

The Eclipse / 'Apollo and Diana'. (P)

There was once a time, long gone.

Where the sun and moon were wed as one.  

Where every light we see from Earth

Gathered in one great and awesome church

Beyond it’s walls, Joy ineffable,

Lingered The devil, envy immeasurable.

The young stars new to the rest

Held her lovely wedding dress.

Iridescent indeed, It shone and did gleam

But it paled in comparison to one such as she.

Perfect and flawless, bathed in his glow.

Diana, Mother moon, Goddess of the bow.

The sun stood with his brothers,

the light from him lit up the others.

He, proud and full of life,

Humbled only by his wife.

His flame powered by their love.

Apollo, father sun, So high above.

The gods were in attendance,

With all the constellations

The heavenly bodies too.

All for the bride and groom

They both vowed, swore under God

 To love one another until time stopped.

God produced his Orchestra of kings,

Who played upon heavenly strings

A melody so sweet that once heard,

One is moved to dance, undeterred.

Where every dancer kept in stride

While a scornful Devil peered outside.

Some time later, they bore a child,

Father proud and mother mild.

Gaia, a fair and lovely daughter

Full of life, Just like her father.

A planet with the soul of a star.

Unique in both the here and far.

Yet all was not well in the space above

The Devil, envious of their love,

Put a curse upon Apollo’s breath,

That as it brings life, it may also bring death

Whatever it ,meets is reduced to dust.

His daughter soon-after was burnt by his touch.

With a heavy heart he ran,

Across the universe and back again.

He longed for his lovers arms,

But kept Gaia safe from harm.

He found a space that was fair to each,

Close enough, but out of reach.

They still dance To this day,

In the vast halls of space.

Yet do not think this story sad.

Every so often in the long ballad.

The two may even cross to kiss,

This is the miracle of an eclipse.

Antiquity (P)

I love abandoned buildings,
Caves of mystery and awe.
Like every sunken ship and boat,
That is longing for the shore.

Things so full of wonder,
That cast an enchanting spell.
And if urban relics could tell stories,
Oh what stories they could tell.