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Battleground

June 23, 2014

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All he sees is a bloodied mess Bodies twisted, broken and torn Crows feeding off the dead Off the lost and forlorn He looks about in shocked dismay Saddened by what he sees What lengths does humankind go to In the pursuit of power and glory Using others as pawns in their games The fallout […]

The Last Battle

December 29, 2013

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*The third and final part of the Pendragon trilogy Swords clash and ring out loud as they mingle with screams and shouts Blood flows and spatters wide as from the horrors, no-one can hide The Knights fight for honour and glory and for their King to continue his story But they know something is amiss […]

The Battle of Badon

December 29, 2013

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*Part two of the Pendragon trilogy The mist shrouds the field of battle but still you can hear the screams of death Of the warriors who fought bravely on dying now with their last breath Badon hill is awash with blood heroes face down, some dead they are Stories will be told generations down told […]

Birth of a King

December 29, 2013

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*Part one of Pendragon Trilogy Born under a golden sun in a land so fair Was a child so small Born to a dragon’s lair This dragon, a king was he in all but name Fought against his Lord so he could rightly reign Helped by a Druid one so feared by all Who came […]

Dawn of Ravens

June 24, 2013

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The banner gently flaps in the breeze. It’s torn and has no meaning now. The sun has just risen over the horizon and the only sound is the eerie cawing of ravens. Other sounds come then that were inaudible at first. They are the sounds of pain. Of tiredness. Of death. Of defeat. The warrior […]

The White Stag

June 13, 2013

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The following poem is based on a short story I wrote for an anthology I am doing to be published hopefully sometime in 2013 along with a long running project that should have been finished a long time ago; a novel set in the Scottish Highlands about murder, conspiracy and the supernatural. It’s my first […]

Rise of the King

May 28, 2013

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This country battered and torn In which I was born Ripped apart by all and asunder Daily life of filth and murder I cry for this island From the south coast to the highlands And for those further off shore Where legends abound in folklore We’re all lost strayed off the path As we are […]