Swirling energies
Crossing lines
Chasing tails
Silver bullets
Nightmare free?


Vamprilla thought she was a looker
And for a mistress folk often mistook ‘er
But the judgmental lot
Reeled when they got
To know she was really a ‘sucker



Well, I have to do something for Hallowe’en, haven’t I?

Epic Mythology


Locke rested on the balcony and watched the stars
Remembering acquaintances from afar
A gentle smile fell across her face
As her thoughts took her to a special place

The Waterfall of Hidden Dreams
Where not everything is as it seems
She met her husband many years ago
As they embraced on the Lover’s Stone

They wed bathed in the Full Moon Light
On the most enchanted Summer’s night
The moonflies buzzed in harmonious tune
And the night passed by all too soon

She was given the gift to control time
Through the Paniom, Shade and Felteryme
But within a year her beloved was gone
Leaving her with baby girl and unborn son

Epic Mythology


The serpent Hor swam the River Florn
To find the Shadow King Pol’tnorn
Elderwoods is a dreary place
Where its dwellers hide without a trace

Hor searched and swam, swam and searched
Through stagnant water, and lifeless earth
The sun was up, high and bright
He’d have more luck if he searched at night

He turned back to the water and gently slithered
Into the depths of the murky river
Back to the P’tor caves he would go
To return in better light, or so

From the banks the king looked on
Still in the shadows until Hor was gone
Confused he was as to why Hor would come
And reveal himself in the afternoon sun

Epic Mythology


Eln stood, disgruntled, ready to attack,
Kailan stopped playing, as did Clammack
“Eln, my friend, sit back with ease
Surely the good prince is here to tease?”

Ankela looked on at the gathered crowd
As he heard Kailans plea which was quite loud
He looked at Eln with a smirk on his face
“You surely don’t want to her to stay in this place?”

Eln looked over at his beloved Starr
Then back to this prince from lands afar
“Starr of Starne is here to stay
And that won’t change in any way”

“But, musician,” belittled the handsome prince
“You’re a hermit and you make me wince.”
“But I’m his wife,” Starr answered back
Watching the prince’s expression crack

And for #WorldWatercolorMonth, I’ve created one of the ways into Everplain; there are actually many, but this is the way over the very green hills and far away:

World Watercolor Month July 2019 Doodlewash