Bardic Circle

The Tenth

The tenth Rune-spell I did learn

Whilst hanging from the World Tree

Is to gaze deep into the murky night

And spy the Hedgewitches flying high,

Sending their spirits far and wide

I see their true forms,

Though they may shift their shapes

With this Rune-charm that I know,

I can confuse their wandering souls

Then turn them ‘round and send them home

Back into their bodies,

Back within their own skins

And for a time at least, trap them within.

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Ruins & Squirrels

Things I Understand

A Simple Life

By Kat Ballew

Cows grazing on the mountain side

horses running wild along the seaside

Birds singing as they journey past

and old men telling tales that are unsurpassed

Butterflies fluttering their wings in the breeze

And the sun doing everything to appease

This is the simple life of living

This is a day of thanksgiving

The tumbleweed rolls across the desert floor

The owl sings a song and is the nights decor

The fireflies flash their lights in harmony

And the crickets they do play for all a symphony

The waters rush up to scare the shores

The milky way dips and peace from it pours

The wolf howls out but the moon is not afraid

A simple life for nothing would I trade

Repost: I Want to Watch the World Burn

For a friend, who asked for this to be reposted:

I want to watch the world burn
I want to see society crumble


I dream a dream
Of standing on rooftops
And watching our Rome burn
With Nero and his harp


I want to watch Hollywood die
I want to see fashion fall
I dream of super models
Begging for the bread
They rejected the day before
Because they were on a diet


I want to see the economy fail
I want the rich bitches
Of the world to go hungry
I want them learn
The meaning of poverty


I want the world to learn money
Doesn’t grow on trees
I want the world to learn
Food grows on trees


I want to watch the world burn
From the safety of my green farm


I dream of the bastards
Who thought I wasn’t good enough
For their fancy communities
To come to my door with their hands out


I want the oil tycoons to choke
On the fumes they gave us
And the pill pushing doctors
To really see
What junkies they’ve made us


I want the intellectuals to learn
They aren’t so smart
When they can’t push a plow… Continue reading

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