Monday 30 December 2013

Krampus

In the darkness, something moves,
A thing of horns and teeth,
Our dreams, our fears, the things we know,
But try hard to forget,
It stalks the night in Winter's chill,
It goes from house to house,
It knows the secret fears and dreams,
It knows what we try to hide,
It knows when we are sleeping,
It knows when we're awake,
It knows knows if we've been good or bad,
And feeds our secret fears,
Black hooves in snow it treads upon,
Black wool of grease and oil,
Horns stand out like a wicked crown,
And teeth a wicked grin,
In the darkness, something moves,
A thing of horns and teeth,
Our dreams, our fears, the things we know,
But try hard to forget.
~Muninn's Kiss, December 29, 2013

Sunday 8 December 2013

The Calling of Snow Shrouded Hills

On snow shrouded hills,
In bright sun light,
They dance like mites,
And spin like dancers,
White showers in circles,
Dust devils of snow,
Moving and spinning,
They catch the eye,
Round and round,
A play of wind,
Glittering and shining,
The sun's bright light,
Over and over,
And back and forth,
Like snow faeries dancing,
And calling you forth,
Winter's bright spritelings,
Like willow-the-wisps,
Those who follow,
Might never return,
'Cross snow shrouded hills,
And cold shadows dales,
Right out of the Dreaming,
And into the Veil,
Lost to this world,
And all they have known,
'Neath snow shrouded hills,
That the faeries call home,
Ever wandering forever,
In a land not quite home,
Forever living,
And never alone,
Onward and inward,
Forevermore,
'Cross cold shadowed dales,
And snow shrouded hills.

~Muninn's Kiss, December 8, 2013

Saturday 7 December 2013

Red Cock and Bloody Hound

A red cock crows,
A bloody hound howls,
Their mistress awakes at dawn,
Comely is she,
A gorgeous bride,
When viewed from one side,
But turning around,
A hideous face,
Like a corpse that has rotted through,
Up she rises,
From the bed,
That is called by the name of Disease,
Through the Gleaming Bale,
She rises and stretches,
And dresses to meet the throng,
On her hip she straps,
Great Famine her knife,
And through the halls of Sleet-Cold she walks,
The people they rise,
And the gods there asleep,
And each takes up a great sword,
The the threshold they go,
The Pit of Stumbling,
And follow their mistress's call.
The time has come,
The dead arise,
And march along the Hel-Way.

~Muninn's Kiss, December 7, 2013


Monday 4 November 2013

Hail, Regent of the North

Hail, Regent of the North
By Muninn's Kiss

Hail, Regent of the North
Winter Queen, Samhain Queen
Ice Serpent, Storm Dragon
Keeper of the Lost
Builder of Storms
Bringer of Tears
Hail!
Now you stand
Now you sit

Sunday 14 July 2013

Tongue of the Serpent

Tongue of the Serpent
By Muninn's Kiss
July, 14, 2013

Across the hills,
The Serpent's tongue,
The echo of the deep,
Like thunder shaking,
And lightning striking,
The power of the storm,
Her voice it calls,
Across the hills,
Answering my call,
A voice to fear,
Sheer power's voice,
All across the hills.

Friday 12 April 2013

Seven Stones

Seven Stones
By Muninn's Kiss
2013-04-12

I know of seven stones,
Seven altars from long ago,
That stand forevermore,  
A barren stone upon a hill,
An altar that's lichen grown,
An icy stone in a valley fair,
An altar that's deathly cold,
A flat worn stone where two roads cross,
A wind swept altar stone,
A granite stone that's oak leaf strewn,
An altar covered in leaves,
A stone that's deep beneath the ground,
An altar of iron strength,
A stone that's high as the very stars,
An altar that's burning bright,
And a stone that stands at the world's own centre,
An altar made of dust.

I know of seven fires,
Seven flames so bright,
And burn upon the stones,
A green, green flame upon a hill,
That burns in a secret place,
A blue, blue flame in a valley fair,
The time of it's lighting lost,
A white, white flame where two roads cross,
A flame to light the way,
A red, red flame among oak leaves,
A flame that's passion's own,
A deep, deep flame that glows like coals,
A flame that heats the world,
A pale, pale flame that's high above,
In a black well cold as space,
A live, live flame that glows within,
A heart within the dust.

I know of seven breaths,
Seven winds so strong,
That blow to fan the flames,
A howling wind across a hill,
A lonely, howling wind,
A storming wind in a valley fair,
A roaring, storming wind,
A raging wind where two roads cross,
A raging, endless wind,
A rolling wind rustling oak leaves,
A rolling, rambling wind,
A solid wind beneath the ground,
A solid, steady wind,
A stellar wind in the very stars,
A stellar, solar wind,
A living wind that was breathed in,
An offering in the dust.

I know of seven wells,
Seven fountains the flow,
That wash the altars clean,
A mountain spring and a mountain stream,
That carves a path below,
A valley spring and a valley stream,
Where grazing herds do drink,
A river slow and a canal bold,
That waters fields and crops,
A passionate spring and a treasured stream,
Among the hills of oak,
A well so deep and a stream so dark,
That flows beneath the ground,
A glistening stream and a river white,
High above all else,
A spring so warm and a stream of blood,
Wetting the altar or dust.

Round and Round the Ash Tree

Round and Round the Ash Tree
By Muninn's Kiss
2013-01-05  

Round and round the ash tree we go,
Have you ever seen such a sight?
The old gods laugh and the new ones delight,
At long blind dance of man.
This becomes that and that becomes this,
But what was it all before?
What once was old for now is new,
But what was new now is old.
Two brothers they fought and soon lost the fight,
Or did it say that they won?
Three wisemen came dress all as kings,
Or was it three women in rags?
Seven lords ruled in old Sumer,
But nine they were in the North.
Twelve gods sat in the halls of Olympus,
But who was the Thirteenth they called?
An old man sits up on a throne and cries,
There's nothing new under the sun.
The youth just laughs and thinks it's a joke,
For he knows all things are new.
But round and round the ash tree we dance,
Have you ever seen such a sight?
The old gods laugh and the new delight,
As the telephone rings again.