Eira and the Hounds of AnnwnEira and the Hounds of AnnwnMore Like This
A stolen kingdom
Reigned with tyranny
both night and day.
Queen Eira was SLAIN
An age ago,
But still the people say,
"The heroes of the past
In Annwn they will remain.
But sure as the morning sun will rise,
Eira will reign again."
The soltace air,
So cold and crisp,
Drifts inland on a b r e a k i n g wave.
'Neath the purple sky,
For Eira e s c a p e s the grave.
"Eira is risen!"
Her people delight
"Once more we will be free!"
They grovel and bleat
At her marbled feet.
Eyes full of love and glee.
Suppressed they have been
For a thousand years
Awaiting her return,
To lead the battle,
Where, once and for all,
Corrupted kings will burn.
The wicked royal family
Slaughtered and beaten down
Eira RIPS the souls from their shells,
Screaming the name of Arawn.
From the horizon,
With terrifying speed,
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesMore Like This
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night