By Tom Merriman
Looking through my eyes, through an eye, at the eye of the storm, there’s a lot of calmness all around. Even in the midst of all that turmoil, there’s calm. Storms pass. And so will chaos.
Just take note of the calmer moments!
Bare are the branches on a cold Winter’s night
As chilled winds pass through them with ease
Whistling and rustling the trees seem to dance
Whilst shivering beneath the Moon
Magic above
Shadows below
Light above
Darkness below
Up to the light
Down to the shade
Uneven steps
Up and down
Descend to the depths
Rise to the heights
Reach for the stars
If that feels right
But step with care
You don’t want to fall
Or just fly to the top
If that’s your goal
Broken ruins of times gone by
Still standing but weathered and cracked
Their frames may be crumbling, falling apart
With their histories
And mysteries
Intact
Charmed protector of the Heavenly Realm
She is majestic, ancient, strong
Creature both of earth and air
Unlike her opposite, Keythong
The female variant of the breed
Griffin has strong eagle-like wings
An eagle’s head, lion’s body and serpent tail
And a look revered by kings
The Keythong is much the same
Only wingless and quite rare
And when they meet and meet to mate
Together a lifetime they share
