Alban Arthan

Happy Christmas one and all!  

Here's a Yule carol to celebrate the turning of the Wheel of the Year. Summer may not quite be a-cumen in just yet, but long balmy evenings and the gentle buzz of bees is a promise to cherish in this wild, dark and stormy time.

So feast, quaff and be merry, for the Oak King has the Throne!

SOL INVICTUS!!!

Alban Arthan

Hark the stirring snowdrops sing,

Victory to the Oaken King!

Born to rule 'til Summer's height,

Holly falls before his might.

Takes his crown in rough-barked hand,

Lays his foe beneath the land,

Hark the waking snowdrops sing,

Glory to the risen king!

The Annals of Old Moon: Happy Halloween or Happy Samhain

As a Halloween treat, why not indulge in a little reminiscence?  Click on the link to re-read last year's Samhain story on a particularly ghoulish night! The Annals of Old Moon: Happy Halloween or Happy Samhain:

Orchard Gilbert: Page 4

Orchard Gilbert: Page 3

Orchard Gilbert: Page 2

The Annals of Old Moon: Orchard Gilbert: Page 1

Grey Spear

Hello all!  Welcome back to the word hoard and happy National Poetry Day!  We've got a few things in store for you this month, so be sure to check back weekly.  We're also working away on some cool stuff to feature in the near future.  We'll give you updates as progress is made!  Thanks, as always for reading!

Grey Spear

  

Tarry not my girl at water's edge.

Hie you homeward, cast no look behind,

For comes the Grey Spear, stalking in the sedge.

No more than sticklebacks to him, our kind.

Beware his gaze, for such shall lay a bind

Upon your life and limb, so rigid still

You'll stand, with drooling jaw and death-aligned,

Your end descending swift, his craw to fill.

Comes the Grey Spear treading hungry 'pon the rill.