The Magic Box

Hidden in plain sight,
Beside the crystal ball,
Beneath the candle’s light,
Protected by the wall,
Dwarfed by the books,
Not far from the stopped clock,
Next to an old coin
Which operates its lock,
Lies a magic object
Scarred by many knocks,
That holds a million mysteries
Entombed within a box

Epic Mythology

Locke

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

Serpent

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