A sea breeze echoes softly

it's song echoes through your mind,

leaves you thinking of tomorrow

and the life you left behind.

Come turn your head to face the

wind that fills enchanted sails,

and drives you to your destiny

as silent sirens wail.



A sad lament for travellers

held in the hand of fate,

your future stands upon the prow

your past drowns in the wake.

What chance is there for sanity

when madness takes the helm,

and steers you on a downward

spiral to his lonely realm?



Watch the night-sky- seagulls fly

and in the heavens play,

Yet even angels stoop and still

pick nothing up they say.

There are things far more sinister

that haunt the midnight air,

the sirens serenade a warning

telling you:



"Beware- the waves upon the water

are like ripples in your mind,

and the shadows cast by nature

show the future you may find.

As rivers flow because they know

that they must join the sea-

thus you will be carried on to

meet your destiny."











Do Dark Horses Dream Of Nightmares?



Standing on a strange shore-

this desolate coastline,

it offers cold comfort.

Very little more than the sky

for a blanket

the earth for my bed.



THE SISTERS OF WYRD:

"Thethreads upon the loom of life

have foreordained your coming here,

so weep not mannikin of mankind

dry your worthless puppet-tears."



Unanswered questions-

how they play on my mind,

now that darkness is falling and

still there's no sign of my guide.

Either I have been betrayed-

they have left me to die,

or worse still at this moment he lies-

an unwitting victim by brigands attacked,

left naked and dead with a knife

in his back.



Childhood terrors return to me now,

from the rand stench of fear in

the sweat on my brow.

Deciet and despair are to me

kith and kin,

seduced into slumber-

my nightmare begins.



WODEN:





"Welcome - welcome to my domain,

I have been biding my time.

Watching and waiting -

but now you are mine.

Weaving the web that entwines you,

like a puppet you play on the end

of your strings 'till the end of

your days."



Daylight flees as night gives chase

I'm held in panics dank embrace,

I smother in his cold caress -

the sum of all my worthlessness.

I have been told to thank the Lord

for all that He will send,

but if death should come to meet me -

must I greet him as a friend?



Now I see that this quest is

a test of my fidelity -

has God forsaken me?

When maddness sings his lullaby a

nightmare filled with unknown things -

to cast aspersion on my sanity.



Faith starts to flounder in

a mind torn apart,

my thoughts move in time with

the beat of my heart

A creature of habit

I make easy prey,

cross faith and fire cannot

hold at bay the beast that

pursues me -

the end drawing near.

My soul keeps no secrets -

he knows what I fear.



Flying so high on the wings

of a dream,

over mountain and forest -

'cross river and stream.

While the creatures that feed

off the doubts I invent

await my arrival with evil intent.



WODEN:

"Welcome - welcome to my domain,

I have been biding my time.

Watching and waiting -

but now you are mine.

Weaving the web that entwines you,

like a puppet you play on the end

of your strings 'till the end of

your days."



So in that twilight world that

lies amidst life and death I dream,

and writhe in fitful slumber no-one

hears mjy silent screams.

Except the horses head that stares

with black and lifeless eyes,

atop its totem glaring as it mocks

my helpless cries.



Now I see that this quest is

a test of my fidelity -

has God forsaken me?

When maddness sings his lullaby a

nightmare filled with unknown things -

to cast aspersion on my sanity.



Shapeless form surround me

casting shadows in the night,

I feel their breath upon me-

catch their faces in the light.

Somnambulistic hunters come

to prey upon my fears -

as peals of psycopathic laughter

echo in my ears.



Startled I waken from my

death-like sleep,

though fearful and shaken

I crawl to my feet.

Still my memories taunt me -

like ghosts they appear,

forever to haunt me when

darkness draws near.



WODEN:

"Welcome - welcome to my domain,

I have been biding my time.

Watching and waiting -

but now you are mine.

Weaving the web that entwines you,

like a puppet you play on the end

of your strings 'till the end of

your days."



Then fleeing from the terrors

at the night before I leave,

the remenants of reality behind

me 'neath the trees.

Waking in the light of dawn I

pray that God will send -

his wisdom now to guide me

through this night-time without end.



Now I see that this quest is

a test of my fidelity-

Has God forsaken me?

When madness sings his lullaby a

nightmare filled with unknown things -

to cast aspersion on my sanity