Druidic Poems and Sonnets.

A poem for the Sword that lost its poem.

Oh sword of true and noble nature.
The lord so slain in the deeds you sing
It has fallen on our so welcoming ears
No tears will be shed for Tethra here.

Bloody is your past, and bloody is your future.
Orna is a sword that by none which can last.
Ogma wields you now taken from Tethra.
A fine deed so shaken from fate's weave.

Your story is long and you hold many deaths
The mold in which you were cast none more can be shaped.

Noble Healing Heart.

Bleeding oh noble healing darkest heart
Thoust will never heal in the time we seek
The world is sick and needing us all now
cares not for how you feel behind your mask.

So putrid is the sick dark world we made
So far away from the world's true vision.
We rest in the shade of its apple trees
While we tear and gouge deep new fracking cracks

This shared human unconsciousness we have
yet still we blind ourselves from what we see.
Our human body is paired many ways
two eyes, but only one heart is in me.

So be sick like all the rest like our earth
I prefer to do what I can lest none.

 I <3 you Earth.

We are the love and affection of Earth.
We are the love and affection of Shapes.
Shapes shaped by the Shaper shaped with our mirth.
The papes that we roll make us only less.

Though what some toke break down burdensome walls.
One must learn to stop when Anxiety
becomes a poke to much to handle now.
The walls have been broken turn now to Earth.

Some may continue to toke while some work
but carry in heart your own good nature.
What will lurk behind the grey wall of smoke
Is the final wall in our souls dark mart.

Break through the shopping of our own morals.
Make what is positive lest you have none.