Picture courtesy of Wildfire2003.jpg & Cemetery of staglieno and more and their Facebook page And the lullaby is sung
as the moon low is hung
Ghostly white and floating low
its view obscured by evil below
The child softly sung to sleep
as the crow guards its precious keep
Whilst night-things slither and crawl
in the darkness they do rule
The crow waits for one
who tonight will have its fun
As its brethren above do play
whilst the child and he await
They await for the end
of which none can defend
Then the beginning will come
as will the Master for the One
And as the ravens and crows fly overhead
all becomes uneasy, even the dead
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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