Irish LullabyThrough starry nights call and faceless moons shine, the sun retreats behind dark mountains. Lakes shimmer and ripple as delicate reeds bow in the winter wind, and the howl of the last wolf accompanies the air. Grass curls and kneads deep within ancient forgotten tombs, whistling to the spirits of bleached warriors.Irish Lullaby by Vags777
Under Willow and Oak I sit, beseeching the earth for my long forgotten memories of a past out of reach, barely skimming my fingertips. And cries shake the dark forests as breath leaves my corrected mouth.
And I hear, through deafened ears, drums resonating through the aged mountains, of war and pain, love and change. And the lonesome white deer chuckles a solemn note through ruins of ole. The last of his kind threading the old and new. And whispers accompany his hurried march, for the danger of the hunt lingers in his blood.
Rivers gush to the sea, sighing in remembrance of wild painted children playing at its banks, and of star-