Blue skies of Summer torn apart, as storm clouds come riding in. Time stands still. Will we hear the rebuke in thunder, accept cleansing from the rain? Gaia feels such pain, for her children have free will and may atone or fall into the abyss of eternal sin.
Eily Nash ~2020
I penned this little poem as I listened to the delicious sound of thunder rolling across the sky. Rain poured down over the beautiful plants and trees in my garden. I thought about the blessings of the Earth. All our needs are met. Yet what is it in a human that seeks to hurt where they could heal? Each other, our animals, environment, nature. Our birthright is as Co-creators but we are on the cusp of becoming the dark destroyers. We can reach for the stars or fall into the abyss. My heart breaks for us, what we have become and what we could be, for truly there is so much more than we can see. Eily x
I closed my eyes, felt the touch of her cashmere kiss upon my face as she traced my lips with velvet finger tips. In that moment, I was lost. There was no going back. My gentle Lady had wrapped me in a gossamer blanket of love.
Blessed by blue skies on a sultry Summer day, I lay upon a lush green lawn in my English Country garden. The scent of Honeysuckle and Jasmine hang sweetly on the air, blending with Roses and Lavender. Such delicate fragrances delight the senses. They are dancing to the soft calling of birds and the low humming of nectar gathering bees. A Ray of Light playfully glints through rustling Beech Tree leaves and I watch Swifts riding the breeze. So high, soaring to the edge of blue. Soft caresses of sunlight are kissing my skin.
…And so they come to feed, like raptors on your flesh until you are no more than the bones of carrion. You did not see them for what they were, until it was too late. Behind innocent eyes a deep sea of jealousy lies. There is no kindness in words that cut the fabric of a soul.
He lay down his head to sleep with a secret his heart did keep. Beneath the dark blanket of night the mysteries of love revealed that which by the light of day was concealed. Lovers locked in each others arms. He was entranced by a Sorceress and her bewitching charms ✨
The Day is done, tired thoughts slowly fade to grey. Do you find comfort, as you lay down your weary head on the island of your bed? Drifting on the shifting sands of reality upon the shores of sleep. The Sandman will soon take you sailing into the void and blessed oblivion of the deep.
Catch the Moon beams as they come dancing in a playful game, glancing off the window panes, across the ceiling and upon the walls. They turn the darkness of your room into sacred, hallowed halls.
For in twilight hours and liminal space, nothing is as it truly seems. Do you want to walk into the forest of the night? I will take you through numinous mists and midnight rays of Light, onto the field of dreams.
Lady La Luna’s tendrils weave Her gossamer, silken strands, enticing you back to the Heavens above. Entranced by the music of the night, dancing across the stars, into the arms of the pure Light of Love.
The Lady heard the yearning of your Soul to be free, to be whole. There is so much more to see, so much more for you to be! Forget life’s silent screams, believe in Magick and know that you are innocent when you dream.
With the rising of the sun, the mysteries of night are done. Leaving fragrant fragments like blossom on the breeze and the whisper of the trees, beyond reason, beyond rhyme. Moments that breathe, in fragile memories of the Truth, we only find by stepping outside time.
One of my favourite Authors is Alexander Wallis, his book ‘The Way Knight’ is simply the best Fantasy Novel I have read, he writes lyrical prose with such depth, making even the dark and dangerous beautiful. I found out he is also an accomplished poet and am so excited Alex is sharing his verse with us on Edendene Books.
JUST AS A CANDLE
Just as a candle doth soft bestow its light
And cast about its promise, even deeper pools of night
Thus is a whispered knowledge, sweet insight
Cast without sound to make the heart excite.
Shadows like robes may clothe our souls tonight
Sorrows and foes may every moment blight
Yet stars have a constellation, to hope ignite
They do not chose, but know them at first sight.
THE VAMPIRE QUEEN LENORA
From the ancient castle sung
The vampire queen, Lenora.
Her song evoked the tragedies
Of every soul who saw her.
Ravens were her company
And spiders were her spies,
And by her side a blind man stood
Whose blood trailed from his eyes.
‘Oh, Lenora. Marry me!’
Her knight, Cervantes, dared.
He had scaled the battlements
Black roses in his pail.
‘Be not alone, for I have roamed
The kingdom in thy name.
Of all your knights, I love you best.
Deny me not – for shame.’
Lenora’s lips revealed her teeth
Her eyes sad as the grave,
‘Cervantes, do you see the man
Upon the palisade?’
Cervantes looked but only saw
A titan hewn from rock
‘But that is just a statue
And it has a cherub’s cock.’
The queen picked out a single rose
Plucked petals to the bone
‘I must possess me such a man
Be he God, or hewn from stone.’
‘Mi’lady,’ her brave champion growled
‘No perfect thing can love
For it is pain and weakness that
Stirs feelings from above.’
Lenora kissed her knight, ‘Good sir,
I do treasure your valour
But I must find the perfect king
Such as stands upon yon tower’
And so the knight stood lowly watch
While Lenora’s voice took flight
Both with longing in their hearts
In the dark song of the night.
Snow falls upon a rose
Season of immortality.
Winter’s kiss on frosty beauty
Petal and thorn adorned equally.
Snow and rose – a perfect moment
Ravaged by time and mortality.
Snow dies, young rose lives on
Will you remember me?
The Way Knight is available as both paperback & Kindle editions on Amazon
This was my review:-
“I am the crown of eternal stars, I am the armour forged from scars…”
Just finished reading this brilliant Dark Fantasy tale and am in awe of the author’s writing skill, it is a masterclass in storytelling.
This was my first foray into the dark fantasy genre and I was not sure if it would be for me, but from the first page I was gripped, staying up into the small hours reading, total immersed in the gothic and dystopian landscape, populated by rich characterisation.
The story centres around a young woman, Daimonia, who after a traumatic event sets off on a perilous quest to reconnect with her powerful Mother who is a Captain in a far flung Garrison. She is accompanied across a bloody and brutal landscape by Goodkin, a Way Knight, charged with protecting her and the other travellers in their company. There are powerful enemies and foes along the way. And thus the adventures begin.
I don’t want to give any plot spoilers, as the story is fast paced with each scene incredibly well written, the narrative is a flowing river of eloquent words. The ending is one of the best I have read. Totally griping. Following one of the most delicately written and emotive chapters in the book, it was a shocking and crashing crescendo. A totally unexpected finale and so satisyingly good.
The Way Knight is bloody, brutal, beautiful and brilliant. I loved it and the characters Daimonia and Goodkin stepped off the page and lit up my imagination. If it were possible to give 10 stars I would. Read for yourself. It is excellent!
I am delighted to share the work of talented Poet, Nicole Wild, who has just published her first book, “Rooted:A Once Unchained Anthology” ~A collection of poems challenging modern perspectives on life, beautifully amplified by unique, creative flare.
Nicole Wild rightly deserves the 5* reviews and praise received on Amazon.
“The last line in this gorgeous anthology reads ‘We write to heal our souls’. My goodness, how through her poems, the author takes the reader on a journey, through the emotions that flow through the human heart. Her words are poignant, delicate, strong. And throughout you hear the call of an incredibly beautiful soul. I absolutely loved this book. Highly recommended.”
In the winter of my broken heart, I lay down to rest in the harsh embrace of the cold, hard ground. I am so near and yet so far, whisper your name, but you do not hear. Earthbound, alone with just fragrant fragments and memories of lost love. I watch the seasons pass like Blossom on the breeze from the cold comfort of my Country Churchyard.
It was just a passing glance, meeting by pure chance. And for a moment frozen in time, my heart’s true desire was mine. Freed from the constraints of conventual reality, I looked into his fathomless eyes, let my Spirit fly free. Across the eons we travelled far. Bohemian Lovers dancing on Stars.
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Alone in London, I stand by Tower Bridge. Old Father Thames hears my thoughts of you and how deeply I am falling. Wise is he, takes them rippling on the current down to the endless sea.
Somewhere far away in a Northern land, you are standing too, on your bridge of stone and steel beside a Castle Keep. Do I imagine that I hear you calling and feel you reaching through the ethers for my hand?
Day is fading and our City lights flicker into life. Do they hear the music of the night? And meet with moon beams upon the waters where both our ancient rivers flow? What stories do they share and what secrets do they know?
Perhaps they speak of Lovers hearts taking flight to meet upon the Bridge across forever. A special place, lost in time, where we come together. In the heat of the night, two rivers meet and our bodies entwine to dance upon the glory of the Tyne.
Does it matter who says Goodbye, when we both let love die? Will I remain with you as a memory? And will I think of you and what could not be? At the closing of our days, will we regret there was no other way? For I loved you deeply, I loved you well. The reality of life broke our Magick spell. Goodbye, my lover. Goodbye my friend. My heart is broken, we had to come to such an end.
Spellbound, I held him in my arms✨ summonded by magick, candles and charms✨ Illusions of distance and linear time✨dispelled by a bewitching rhyme✨that which I desire shall be mine✨My Beloved will come to me✨So mote it be.✨
Did she fascinate, charm and beguile? Maybe a distraction for just a while. Did she fill your thoughts in your waking hours and seep into your sleep. Before you knew, were you in too deep? Did she really have that power? With her faraway eyes, she saw other worlds, far beyond the veil. Was she for real or were you lonely and she was only a beautiful fairytale?
She gave him the keys to a hidden place, deep within the chambers of her heart. No Angel from above was he. Laughing at his wicked game, he pushed her hard, closed the door, took the keys and ran. Fallen from grace, head bowed in shame, she lay bleeding on the floor. No one heard her silent screams of pain or saw the tears falling, bitter rain. Fooled by an adept of the dark arts, left to die, a lonely prisoner to love.
Come with me on butterfly wings and we shall kiss the moon. And dance upon the stars to the music of the Spheres. For you and I, my precious one, our eternal souls entwined in love, glisten like the midnight sun✨
Lady in red, what secrets you hide. Wearing a cloak of night, you seek dark delight. Do you go to his bed or light a fire in his head? Where do you reside? Heaven or hell, or are you just a figment of a succubus’ spell?
It was a beautiful time, constructing castles and creating a fairytale land. Until one day the sea of reality came crashing in and washed the magick clean away. There is no never ending story for that which is built upon sand…
‘I will take you to to the place where the wild roses grow, we will sit a while upon the the lush green riverbank beneath a sun kissed sky and watch dragonflies dance upon peaceful waters as they flow by. There is no other, my dear, I plight my troth to thee!’
I took him at his word and my True Love gave to me a rose. Petals as dark as blackest night. The thorns tore deep and caused my heart to bleed. My red blood fell upon pure white snow. My tears lost upon turbulent seas. A murder of crows cawed at my misery, the truth was there to see. My True Love lied to me.