“Who are you there, walking past my gate?”
“A man of the road, my lady,
whose wings are his feet,
whose home is the highway,
whose friends are his staff and his song.”
“Where are you going, Man of the Road?”
“Over the hill, my lady,
on towards the mountains,
on towards the sea,
on with the call of the wind.”
“What are you seeking, Man of the Road?”
“The rainbow’s gold, my lady,
and the song of the lark,
and the sunset’s fire,
and the light of the moon on the sea.”
Such recluse backdropped by evening's fields
all spiky white in bloom
for fear of treading bees, wander with care;
not one for wearing shoes.
Such mind enclosed, and wreathed in sun
its glow revealing dust
more threadbare each year do we find the couch,
yet find such things, we must.
My dear, in secrecy of thought
so silently, I should--
yet I cannot disrupt the quiet hum
or a weeping dove, disturb.
A vase of amber glass reflected
so kneel, and hemmed inside
The Crown of Ages was created long ago, when the Highlands and Lowlands were still one, by a master smith named Terbus. He had been commissioned by the wisest king of all, Malchus. King Malchus had Orkanilia's guiding hand on him and from a young age had been filled with great wisdom. King Malchus had striven for and asked for this wisdom from Orkanilia.
Hadrian sat on his throne, drumming his fingers impatiently." Where are those spies?" he hissed." They were supposed to be back hours ago!"
"What do expect?" Jezebel said in a 'don't-be-silly' tone of voice. "They're spies, and not only spies, but idiots, not only spies and idiots, but also brothers. Brothers fight all the time."
"Tala! Bring that boy, Muncha, or whatever his name is, here with his grandma," Hadrian ordered his aide.
In a while, the pair of prisoners stood before Hadrian.
1//Call Her Rose
“Martha’s Theme”—Doctor Who soundtrack*
“Waiting For the World to Fall”—Music Inspired by Narnia
“The Rainbow Connection”—The Muppet Movie
“My Mind Rebels at Stagnation”—Sherlock Holmes soundtrack
Peter’s shoulder smelled faintly of seasoned salt and cinnamon. The mixed scents were not quite unpleasant, but they wearied Rachael’s already weary brain. For hard months, she and he had trudged until their spines ached from toting backpacks and their minds narrowly missed the brink of shutting down.
After this, there's just one more chapter and the epilogue... which will be posted before I leave for the states at the end of June!
Chapter Twenty-One:
“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” Donagh said jovially as the tired band entered his bookstore. “Glad to see you again,” he said to Archie. “But you’ve doubled in size!”
“Aye, we have.” Archie grinned. “These are the two men we were asking you about – Jonathan, and Timothy – Kianna, Jeffrey, and Liam’s father. And this,” he said, gently pushing Elspeth forward. “Is Elspeth.”
Leaves are falling, summer gone.
It's that time again, time to move on.
Ever forwards, escape the wrath.
Always to folow that terrible path.
Hope for nothing, love forbade.
Joy restricted, years to fade.
Days swiftly passing, without pause.
Try to escape from deaths icy claws.
Suddenly angels from heaven descend.
Slavery, torture, it's all at an end.
For God gave his son to die on the cross,
Now from our death comes gain, not loss.
Sleep in peace, rest awhile.
*Just wrote this for fun. Feel free to share ideas, suggestions, anything! I might write the first chapter! (sorry for any spelling mistakes!)
Well, here I was again. Stuck in a situation entirely caused by me. This made me laugh with dry humor, causing my sister to give me a sideways glance, raising her light eyebrows as if to say, "Well, now what?" I clamped my mouth shut and stepped back, escaping her firm grip on my shoulder.
"Mom won't be happy!" She sighed. "Especially now!"
I rolled my eyes visibly. "I didn't do much wrong."
That night they camped by a stream in the woods. Late that night Estelle got up to get a drink of water. Jacob had awakened and was watching her silhouette against the moonlight. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there came a burly figure. It grabbed for Estelle! Jacob shot up off the ground to aid her. Then came a solid blow to the back of his skull. He collapsed to the ground, unconcious. Another figure picked him up, slung him over one shoulder, and snuck out of camp.
**So the other night, I couldn't get to sleep...and finally I picked up my little scripture passage-a-day book. I forget what exactly the passage was, but the words "Abide in Me" stuck out at me...and then this "prosy sort of poem" just came out of my fingers...and I guess my heart too. :)**
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Alone with my failings
Alone in the night
I felt my heart
Beating
The rhythm it pulsed was one of sadness
And it spoke a language of loneliness
Alone with my failings
Alone in the night
I reached with my heart....