Born of felt, of cloth and wool,
by their dozen on the shelf.
In forms of man,of beast and elf,
a dozen stories, told in full.
Back and forth, the needle goes,
up and down, the machine stitches.
Some in rags and some in riches
but all as detailed as their clothes.
Yet more dolls to join their kin,
some leave for homes far from their birth.
All made with care, and earn their worth,
Threnodi's art, with stitch and pin.
silent in the twilight, a ghost we seldom see. adorned in sombre brown and white, i spy him in the trees.
he hunts when day and night are crossed, betwixt them hidden in his bed. away from sun and nightfall's frost, hidden safe above my head.
over Britain's lands you roam Barn owl, Screech owl, Tylluan wen, you who loves to make your home in the forgotten halls of men.
FINISHED NANOWRIMO! Buckshot chronicles is now going to be updated over the coming week with the Finished first story arc, City of Beasts. theres been a fair number of changes to existing chapters too, so if your interested, enjoy the reading :)
as of now, i am proud to announce myself to be working on an illustrated poetry collection along with ~TheFranology (https://www.deviantart.com/thefranology) that will be available for Kindle once completed, in 2-4 months depending on how the project goes.
those wishing to follow the progress of the book can follow here
as well as see some more random/entertaining posts by myself about anything really.