animal guides
druidicheirophant
AVARIS DEMALO
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AVARIS DEMALO
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 27th Apr 2013Forum Posts: 194
Poetry Contest Description
write a poem about animal guides mythical personal and or spiritual
Animal guides, animal totems and animal spirits are powerful guides and ancestral gaia beings that are spirit families of mother earth and natives to the elemental spirit world of gaia, they have a sturdy base in the angelic kingdoms of light beings and animal guides come to you in physical and non physical forms but the real magic is there connection to earth consciousness and connection to gaia consciousness. They are all races of angel beings, the deers, the owls, the bats, the cats, the hounds and so on. The human families are also descended from angel races in the higher spirit worlds and the human families as a whole have many different origins of there DNA templates, genetic data encodations and soul frequencies, many a times we share likenesses with animal familiars and guides. I for one have had my fair share of eye opening events with animal totems and spirit guides and even bad familiars i have encountered. Extraterrestrials are everywhere more than we think, extra terra astrals exist in the many different planes worlds and dimensions of the multiverse, with incomprehensible amounts of races of angel light beings. The bison for example is one of these angel races of light beings, anima itself means spirit, the bison is race of powerful beings, it looks so strong and built because the spirit that enfleshes and incarnates is a old sturdy spirit being that is native to etheric earth, with such powerful connection to feng shui and branches deep in heaven it builds itself a powerful series of bodies physical and non physical. Animal guides we all have and it is time we reawaken mystery school teachings and divinatory gnosis concerning the incredible supernatural powers animal spirit guides have and there part in the spirituality of the human families. Animals all have ancient connections to there soul groups of light beings, multiverse and gaia earth feng shui consciousness. Thoroughly native angelics indeed, sometimes we notice a disconnection with humans sometimes with this world full of alien technology and things that are openly not native to the natural realms of the faerie races and spirit families of gaia earth. It is these ancient spirit guides that enter our lives and show us and guide us and aid in the reconnecting of our souls to earths feng shui and the higher worlds and realms. Animals are very powerful totems in the astral planes of the human families, and little do we know the truth about soul frequency, connection to earth feng shui, and attunement to the higher worlds of light beings in which so vast are the angelic kingdoms. Mythologies, personal experiences and spiritual events in your life that have to do with animals. Along with simple poems in reverence for the majesty of certain races of these beings. ALSO, i would love to see the animal deification mythological archetypal side of this stuff as well, the ancient seers were all to keen and acute when it came to these godhead races and companions of gaia earth, and countless of there deities from Hanuman of the far east to Horus of Khem to Quetzlcoatl of south america and the Druidic deity of Cernunnos or Herne from the Emerald Isle and so on and so fourth the list is endless. These are indeed relating to astral fountains of godhead deity beings and races of angel daemons that exist in the spiritworld of mother earth and beyond, that you can also as a human attune to and draw from, these primordial forces, to aid and empower you and those around you.
BoFantastic
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Thought Provoker
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Joined 24th Apr 2014Forum Posts: 333
Raven Thunder
a shadow with wings
it echoes sentiments of lost wisdom
lost into the dark blanket of night
it finds comfort in being present in absence
to be victorious in battle
a warrior needs strategy
and luck
to win the war
a warrior needs
the Raven's
thunder
a shadow with wings
it echoes sentiments of lost wisdom
lost into the dark blanket of night
it finds comfort in being present in absence
to be victorious in battle
a warrior needs strategy
and luck
to win the war
a warrior needs
the Raven's
thunder
druidicheirophant
AVARIS DEMALO
Forum Posts: 194
AVARIS DEMALO
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 27th Apr 2013Forum Posts: 194
nice the raven is one of my favorites
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
- Raven Angel -
No dreary midnight, is ever too beautifully dark,
For my blackest weary wings to find their rest in!
I am at home in the ebon folds, to which I hark,
For the twin of that darkness lies sweetly within.
Raven Angel some call me, and I find that ideal…
For even in the light of day, my shadows are cast.
There is a heaven within me, comforting and real,
And there is a hell, belonging to the distant past…
Which my memory conjures from ancient climes!
I am an enchantress, and my will flows with art…
Both magical, and mundane: since bygone times.
I work my spells, and the shadows do their part!
The cross upon my blouse symbolizes what was,
And the wings upon my sleeves are for what is…
The dreams that I carry to the morrow, because:
I am a fallen angel, who is in search of true bliss.
Black tights beneath my garments, like the night,
Upon my slender legs which have come so far…
Are in a contrast, to my intensely pale inner light.
More blinding is it, than the radiance of any star!
The tresses of my hair are like the sunless void…
Which lies, between worlds, across the heavens.
But my truest beauty lies far deeper, just inside…
With neither endings nor origins whence it stems.
My sandals have tread, upon paths uncounted…
And my skirt has brushed, against spirits unseen.
My eyes did behold visions that oft surrounded,
The world you see, far more than it might seem!
Raven Angel some call me, of the twilight realm,
For between light and darkness, there I do walk.
You may only know so much lest it overwhelm…
So listen raptly to my words whenever I do talk.
Love is my hope, and passion is ever my nature,
For I am a soul who craves joy and happiness…
Even in the shadows, where I restlessly may stir:
Before I spread my wings, a true dark mistress!
No dreary midnight, is ever too beautifully dark,
For my blackest weary wings to find their rest in!
I am at home in the ebon folds, to which I hark,
For the twin of that darkness lies sweetly within.
Raven Angel some call me, and I find that ideal…
For even in the light of day, my shadows are cast.
There is a heaven within me, comforting and real,
And there is a hell, belonging to the distant past…
Which my memory conjures from ancient climes!
I am an enchantress, and my will flows with art…
Both magical, and mundane: since bygone times.
I work my spells, and the shadows do their part!
The cross upon my blouse symbolizes what was,
And the wings upon my sleeves are for what is…
The dreams that I carry to the morrow, because:
I am a fallen angel, who is in search of true bliss.
Black tights beneath my garments, like the night,
Upon my slender legs which have come so far…
Are in a contrast, to my intensely pale inner light.
More blinding is it, than the radiance of any star!
The tresses of my hair are like the sunless void…
Which lies, between worlds, across the heavens.
But my truest beauty lies far deeper, just inside…
With neither endings nor origins whence it stems.
My sandals have tread, upon paths uncounted…
And my skirt has brushed, against spirits unseen.
My eyes did behold visions that oft surrounded,
The world you see, far more than it might seem!
Raven Angel some call me, of the twilight realm,
For between light and darkness, there I do walk.
You may only know so much lest it overwhelm…
So listen raptly to my words whenever I do talk.
Love is my hope, and passion is ever my nature,
For I am a soul who craves joy and happiness…
Even in the shadows, where I restlessly may stir:
Before I spread my wings, a true dark mistress!
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
- Queen of the Wolves -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Part One: The Cavern
In the mountains of the primeval past, amidst rough crags,
There was a cave in which none dared to tread with spirit.
For the ice was oft thick about it, and as it melts and sags,
It runs as chill as frozen blood, causing the bold to fear it…
But worse still, all men said, was she who dwelt deep within.
Men can be fools, for the flee in terror from a mighty lady!
A shaman queen so great, that she knew all of a man’s sin.
Her eyes could pierce the flesh to the soul, and therein see!
And so I, a woman, came to seek her wisdom in that age…
Fleeing the lands of my birth, to come unto that lofty place,
Leaving behind me men, their lusts, their hungers, their rage.
I sought a woman who was my equal, in beauty and grace!
Part Two: The Queen
As I neared the cave I could hear wolves howling so shrill,
From someplace distant yet near, and they sounded fierce!
I thought mayhap they might fall upon me, meaning to kill…
But though they drew close, they were wiser in their years,
Than many men who had done me harm; and so I entered:
I came into the cave, where the great shaman queen ruled.
Many warm fires kept the place of power hotly centered…
Far from the chill outside, and where the flames so cooled,
A great throne of animal bones was set upon a rocky base.
Upon it was she, in a blackest gown, of the finest material,
Adorned with a wolf pelt cloak, a serene look on her face.
Wearing a crown of antlers, she was beautiful and terrible!
Part Three: The Lesson
Raven was her hair, as was my own in that long ago era…
And, I was enchanted: by her icy blue eyes, also like mine.
She could have been my twin sister, that cunning bearer…
Of arts that no common wisdom could find to be sublime!
Yet I found them so, and I became her willing apprentice.
For a single year I remained in her deep home, learning…
I was also her lover, and she taught me such arts of bliss,
Which only women understand, deeper passions burning!
At the end of the year, she showed me a place outside…
Where the wolves gathered, in countless, roaming packs.
That place was in the open; there was nowhere to hide…
And I was still fearful of the wolves and possible attacks.
Part Four: The Power
The wolves bowed to the queen, as if of one intelligence,
And I knew not one would harm me whilst thusly bound.
She taught me, that wolves have their own dim brilliance,
Being not the awful beasts of legend, but more profound.
She knew the mind and the spirit of the wolf, most deep!
And I came to know it also, and I was moved to tears…
To think how men hunt them so cruel, their skins to keep.
All because of a lack of knowledge, and too many fears!
But I had no idea the power that the queen possessed…
When she directed them, to fall upon some local hunters.
The hunters were slain to a man, their shrieks distressed!
And human skins were taken: by the queen of the antlers.
Part Five: The Price
Those hunters once tried to ravish me, but wolves came,
Scaring them away so that I could keep my girlish virtue.
Today those men paid the ultimate price, none to blame,
For when men commit evil acts, nature will have its’ due.
I clasped the shaman queen’s hands later that evening…
During one final grand ritual: that she was about to teach.
And I saw through her eyes, commanding and gleaming!
She saw through mine, and I cried out as if to beseech…
But I realized that there was only me: the shaman queen.
The scared girl who feared the hunters was long gone…
I remembered being her, as if looking back on a dream!
Too many years alone in that cave, I left that very dawn.
Part Six: The Pact
Madness can be the price you pay for wisdom, but I…
Had broken free of it, and so I returned unto civilization.
My tormentors were dead, their bones beneath the sky!
I taught my tribe, the lore of wolves, amidst celebration.
In time, I took an apprentice and she became my lover:
She was a scared girl, as I was when I fled to that cave,
And I knew it was her spirit I did in my visions uncover.
When the time was nigh, to her my antler crown I gave!
I never took her to the cold place, of my old sojourn…
Never showed her the skins of those hunters long dead.
She was an innocent soul and had not the need to learn,
That nature is, sometimes, in tooth and claw: blood red.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
Part One: The Cavern
In the mountains of the primeval past, amidst rough crags,
There was a cave in which none dared to tread with spirit.
For the ice was oft thick about it, and as it melts and sags,
It runs as chill as frozen blood, causing the bold to fear it…
But worse still, all men said, was she who dwelt deep within.
Men can be fools, for the flee in terror from a mighty lady!
A shaman queen so great, that she knew all of a man’s sin.
Her eyes could pierce the flesh to the soul, and therein see!
And so I, a woman, came to seek her wisdom in that age…
Fleeing the lands of my birth, to come unto that lofty place,
Leaving behind me men, their lusts, their hungers, their rage.
I sought a woman who was my equal, in beauty and grace!
Part Two: The Queen
As I neared the cave I could hear wolves howling so shrill,
From someplace distant yet near, and they sounded fierce!
I thought mayhap they might fall upon me, meaning to kill…
But though they drew close, they were wiser in their years,
Than many men who had done me harm; and so I entered:
I came into the cave, where the great shaman queen ruled.
Many warm fires kept the place of power hotly centered…
Far from the chill outside, and where the flames so cooled,
A great throne of animal bones was set upon a rocky base.
Upon it was she, in a blackest gown, of the finest material,
Adorned with a wolf pelt cloak, a serene look on her face.
Wearing a crown of antlers, she was beautiful and terrible!
Part Three: The Lesson
Raven was her hair, as was my own in that long ago era…
And, I was enchanted: by her icy blue eyes, also like mine.
She could have been my twin sister, that cunning bearer…
Of arts that no common wisdom could find to be sublime!
Yet I found them so, and I became her willing apprentice.
For a single year I remained in her deep home, learning…
I was also her lover, and she taught me such arts of bliss,
Which only women understand, deeper passions burning!
At the end of the year, she showed me a place outside…
Where the wolves gathered, in countless, roaming packs.
That place was in the open; there was nowhere to hide…
And I was still fearful of the wolves and possible attacks.
Part Four: The Power
The wolves bowed to the queen, as if of one intelligence,
And I knew not one would harm me whilst thusly bound.
She taught me, that wolves have their own dim brilliance,
Being not the awful beasts of legend, but more profound.
She knew the mind and the spirit of the wolf, most deep!
And I came to know it also, and I was moved to tears…
To think how men hunt them so cruel, their skins to keep.
All because of a lack of knowledge, and too many fears!
But I had no idea the power that the queen possessed…
When she directed them, to fall upon some local hunters.
The hunters were slain to a man, their shrieks distressed!
And human skins were taken: by the queen of the antlers.
Part Five: The Price
Those hunters once tried to ravish me, but wolves came,
Scaring them away so that I could keep my girlish virtue.
Today those men paid the ultimate price, none to blame,
For when men commit evil acts, nature will have its’ due.
I clasped the shaman queen’s hands later that evening…
During one final grand ritual: that she was about to teach.
And I saw through her eyes, commanding and gleaming!
She saw through mine, and I cried out as if to beseech…
But I realized that there was only me: the shaman queen.
The scared girl who feared the hunters was long gone…
I remembered being her, as if looking back on a dream!
Too many years alone in that cave, I left that very dawn.
Part Six: The Pact
Madness can be the price you pay for wisdom, but I…
Had broken free of it, and so I returned unto civilization.
My tormentors were dead, their bones beneath the sky!
I taught my tribe, the lore of wolves, amidst celebration.
In time, I took an apprentice and she became my lover:
She was a scared girl, as I was when I fled to that cave,
And I knew it was her spirit I did in my visions uncover.
When the time was nigh, to her my antler crown I gave!
I never took her to the cold place, of my old sojourn…
Never showed her the skins of those hunters long dead.
She was an innocent soul and had not the need to learn,
That nature is, sometimes, in tooth and claw: blood red.
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
- Loud as a Dragon -
Shall I roar as loud as a dragon, to shake all the earth?
Behold ye the wings of the great beasts as they soar…
And what magnificence, they bear, when given new birth!
Like proud lions, they are, in both peace and in war.
Sharp their claws, and strong their scales, as no other!
A queen must be as sharp and strong, to be truly great.
The dragons’ fire beats in the breast of the divine Mother,
But in mine as well, for in me is the fire no ice can sate.
Let the foes of my glory tremble, for my roar will echo,
Across field, fen, mountain, mist and all that lies before!
I bring the dragons; I bring the flame, to all here below,
Beneath the sun, the moon, the stars shining evermore.
Shall I be their mother, as I am mother to my children?
Then come, all ye winged ones, and cry along with me!
Let thy roar join with mine: together lion and dragon…
Shall set the world ablaze, from the rocks unto the sea.
What treasures shall we discover, that is our very right?
Not all such things are gold and silver, of mortals made.
Behold the moon, is she not a treasure in darkest night!
What once was is come again; the Mother is the Maid.
Dragon treasures are more than the wealth of mankind,
And are not my wings of light as fair as a dragon’s own?
Fly with me, my children, and be not ever left behind!
This day we show the world fury beyond flesh or bone.
As loud as a dragon my royal roar shall be thus heard,
For eternally it shall echo, carrying forth my very word!
Shall I roar as loud as a dragon, to shake all the earth?
Behold ye the wings of the great beasts as they soar…
And what magnificence, they bear, when given new birth!
Like proud lions, they are, in both peace and in war.
Sharp their claws, and strong their scales, as no other!
A queen must be as sharp and strong, to be truly great.
The dragons’ fire beats in the breast of the divine Mother,
But in mine as well, for in me is the fire no ice can sate.
Let the foes of my glory tremble, for my roar will echo,
Across field, fen, mountain, mist and all that lies before!
I bring the dragons; I bring the flame, to all here below,
Beneath the sun, the moon, the stars shining evermore.
Shall I be their mother, as I am mother to my children?
Then come, all ye winged ones, and cry along with me!
Let thy roar join with mine: together lion and dragon…
Shall set the world ablaze, from the rocks unto the sea.
What treasures shall we discover, that is our very right?
Not all such things are gold and silver, of mortals made.
Behold the moon, is she not a treasure in darkest night!
What once was is come again; the Mother is the Maid.
Dragon treasures are more than the wealth of mankind,
And are not my wings of light as fair as a dragon’s own?
Fly with me, my children, and be not ever left behind!
This day we show the world fury beyond flesh or bone.
As loud as a dragon my royal roar shall be thus heard,
For eternally it shall echo, carrying forth my very word!
snugglebuck
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Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
Would you welcome more than one entry?
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
68
Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
I figured it was so, since it didn't say in the rules that we couldn't post more than one. That's usually the way of it in the contests, anyway. It is a good idea to inquire anyhow though, just for clarification's sake. :)
jIMNUT_rOARIN
Joined 13th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 43
Thought Provoker
Forum Posts: 43
The Chasers
Running through crumpled height of duskened landscape,
Flung between boulders of conflicted trace,
The fungling of trees trying to capture
And paralyze into joining stasis.
Quick branch breakings, step sounds repeating close,
This last chasing under the moon and stars,
The lesson of having predator spirit,
That each life can only be one, and once.
And there is a breath which follows each life,
Manifest in eyes, ears, nose, mouth of fang,
Sly step, tensing strength and bursting of leap,
It clings by as a guide of remembrance:
Do not tarry among these root-holdings,
Be quick to leave the narrowed teaching paths,
These kindred chasers seen before in fear,
Will be aid to your final strong swiftness,
To the placement of your Ending in Sky.
Running through crumpled height of duskened landscape,
Flung between boulders of conflicted trace,
The fungling of trees trying to capture
And paralyze into joining stasis.
Quick branch breakings, step sounds repeating close,
This last chasing under the moon and stars,
The lesson of having predator spirit,
That each life can only be one, and once.
And there is a breath which follows each life,
Manifest in eyes, ears, nose, mouth of fang,
Sly step, tensing strength and bursting of leap,
It clings by as a guide of remembrance:
Do not tarry among these root-holdings,
Be quick to leave the narrowed teaching paths,
These kindred chasers seen before in fear,
Will be aid to your final strong swiftness,
To the placement of your Ending in Sky.
Anonymous
The Totem and the Drum
She sits on the cusp of our fable
aura glowing like an ad for enlightenment
ready or not depending on you
the vibrations are easier missed
the hiss of chakras losing charge
as the surge is witnessed
by the unspoken well known
though forgotten for now
as being demands the next right action
we'll undertake the coming hour
you who are controlled by a deity
she forgets to remember as self
with a surety only ignorance affords
swift in flight and steady surefooted
the forest spirits appear when they chose
as sacrificial offerings
lessons or teachers
announced as visions and lingering
as truths
what does she bring to you
with what intention?
as the serpents graze
devouring the meanings
this path is yours alone
the advice custom made
her messages cling to symbolic feathers
just as the molt is due
coming for you
the beat of a thousand cardiac songs
rings out in silent defiance
today we fly
when we can gallop no more
and then we'll take to the sea
the predatory eyes know prey
as death is prone to remember life
and night destined to wait for dawn
She sits on the cusp of our fable
aura glowing like an ad for enlightenment
ready or not depending on you
the vibrations are easier missed
the hiss of chakras losing charge
as the surge is witnessed
by the unspoken well known
though forgotten for now
as being demands the next right action
we'll undertake the coming hour
you who are controlled by a deity
she forgets to remember as self
with a surety only ignorance affords
swift in flight and steady surefooted
the forest spirits appear when they chose
as sacrificial offerings
lessons or teachers
announced as visions and lingering
as truths
what does she bring to you
with what intention?
as the serpents graze
devouring the meanings
this path is yours alone
the advice custom made
her messages cling to symbolic feathers
just as the molt is due
coming for you
the beat of a thousand cardiac songs
rings out in silent defiance
today we fly
when we can gallop no more
and then we'll take to the sea
the predatory eyes know prey
as death is prone to remember life
and night destined to wait for dawn
snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
77
Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
THE MIGHTY SADHUZAG
After an evening of mirth and wine
Celebrating St. Hubert’s Feast
I saw at the foot of my bed
The most fabulous wondrous beast
In a human voice he told me
“I am ‘The Mighty Sadhuzag’
The greatest stag, ever
Created by the hand of God
As large as a huge bull
His fur was all shiny black
I road up towards the heavens
Upon his strong broad back
His rack of antlers were
Like no other in creation
So magnificent and beautiful
They defied all imagination
Made of seventy-four tines
Of pure white ivory long
Each, like a river reed
Was hollow yet quite strong
Reaching Holy Mt. Horeb’s
Sacred mystical high peak
He revealed to me a secret
That he and the angels keep
Bowing to a southerly breeze
His antlers made music so serene
That the flowers started to bloom
And the trees began to turn green
But when he bowed his head
Towards a brisk northerly gale
Through his antlers hollow
Loud sirens did they wail
The flowers leaves and grass
They all dried up and turned brown
At the piercing sharp wail
Of that terrible shrill sound
“Whether it be warm sunny days
Or nights of cold damp fog
All the winds and weather
Are caused by me
‘The Mighty Sadhuzag’
I am the patron of the
Spring Equinox, Vernal
I am the usher of the
Fall Equinox, Autumnal
I am the caretaker of the
Northern Solstice Summer
I’m the keeper of the
Southern Solstice, Winter
God in his omnipotent
Wisdom and reason
Has made me, ‘Sadhuzag’
Master of every season"
Then upon his antlers
Small cherubs did alight
In an angelic chorus they
Sang for heaven’s delight
Then from my sweet dream
I was suddenly awaken
And any doubts I had of God
Were from me were forever taken
For I had been blessed to meet
“The Greatest Stag” ever created by God
Ivory antlers and ebony black fur
He was ‘The Mighty Sadhuzag'
http://i1290.photobucket.com/albums/b536/1willybugger/sadhuzag2_zps780660a2.png
After an evening of mirth and wine
Celebrating St. Hubert’s Feast
I saw at the foot of my bed
The most fabulous wondrous beast
In a human voice he told me
“I am ‘The Mighty Sadhuzag’
The greatest stag, ever
Created by the hand of God
As large as a huge bull
His fur was all shiny black
I road up towards the heavens
Upon his strong broad back
His rack of antlers were
Like no other in creation
So magnificent and beautiful
They defied all imagination
Made of seventy-four tines
Of pure white ivory long
Each, like a river reed
Was hollow yet quite strong
Reaching Holy Mt. Horeb’s
Sacred mystical high peak
He revealed to me a secret
That he and the angels keep
Bowing to a southerly breeze
His antlers made music so serene
That the flowers started to bloom
And the trees began to turn green
But when he bowed his head
Towards a brisk northerly gale
Through his antlers hollow
Loud sirens did they wail
The flowers leaves and grass
They all dried up and turned brown
At the piercing sharp wail
Of that terrible shrill sound
“Whether it be warm sunny days
Or nights of cold damp fog
All the winds and weather
Are caused by me
‘The Mighty Sadhuzag’
I am the patron of the
Spring Equinox, Vernal
I am the usher of the
Fall Equinox, Autumnal
I am the caretaker of the
Northern Solstice Summer
I’m the keeper of the
Southern Solstice, Winter
God in his omnipotent
Wisdom and reason
Has made me, ‘Sadhuzag’
Master of every season"
Then upon his antlers
Small cherubs did alight
In an angelic chorus they
Sang for heaven’s delight
Then from my sweet dream
I was suddenly awaken
And any doubts I had of God
Were from me were forever taken
For I had been blessed to meet
“The Greatest Stag” ever created by God
Ivory antlers and ebony black fur
He was ‘The Mighty Sadhuzag'
http://i1290.photobucket.com/albums/b536/1willybugger/sadhuzag2_zps780660a2.png
druidicheirophant
AVARIS DEMALO
Forum Posts: 194
AVARIS DEMALO
Twisted Dreamer
1
Joined 27th Apr 2013Forum Posts: 194
let the growls calls chirps and howls continue very good stuff guys!!
HHMCameron
BetaWolfinVA
Forum Posts: 315
BetaWolfinVA
Fire of Insight
4
Joined 17th Oct 2014 Forum Posts: 315
a question for spirits
what to be my guide
listen to the winds, they will speak
.
a howl on the wind calls
telling me to find my way home
to one who has wandered far from me
.
a skreeing cry on the wind
tells me that bravery is not its own reward
but, that nothing will happen without it
.
the tapping of hundreds of legs
telling me that while scent can be an effective defense
the big issues come in segments
.
a call like raucous laughter
tells while it is sometimes necessary to be fierce
do not sweat the small things
what to be my guide
listen to the winds, they will speak
.
a howl on the wind calls
telling me to find my way home
to one who has wandered far from me
.
a skreeing cry on the wind
tells me that bravery is not its own reward
but, that nothing will happen without it
.
the tapping of hundreds of legs
telling me that while scent can be an effective defense
the big issues come in segments
.
a call like raucous laughter
tells while it is sometimes necessary to be fierce
do not sweat the small things
Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Forum Posts: 2784
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Sep 2011Forum Posts: 2784
I am very honored for having been chosen as the winner for this contest! All the entries were magnificent, and it was a fun contest for all. Many thanks, and see everyone next contest! :D
snugglebuck
Forum Posts: 1873
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 3rd Feb 2014Forum Posts: 1873
Congrats to Jess. What a great body of work. And thanks to Jim for sponsoring such a cool competition.
This prompt brought the best out of DU. I think I'll turn Vegan.
This prompt brought the best out of DU. I think I'll turn Vegan.