Flash Poetry: The Yellowtail Hound

Yelp and kick

The gadfly pokes and prods the hound

Beast of bellowing booming cry

Left whimpering by a speck

Descendent of wolf

Turned his yellowtail and ran

Bark left useless

Against his opponent’s bite


Just a little poetry to break up the week guys, I’m going to try getting a few more of these out when I can. As always, thanks for reading


The Song of Hadrian

Commissioned by Imperator Horace, composed by the poet Quintus in the year 67 2E to commemorate his late father and ruler, Hadrian I, who had died just a year before.

A Lion born across the sea

Upon his mother’s shoulder he did flee

From burning flame and dying kin

From the palace of endless sin

He fought with sword

He fought with word

Bravest of all from

Last of his father’s mighty line

O Blood of Eln and Erastrius

Together now for all time

Like a fountain

A source of mercy for all

Like a bard at the string

He composed our country

The Lion of Nacia!

The Song of Stars

A traditional song of the Duxy of Freven, whose sigil is the tower Gelgeth (Star-Tower) upon a blue sky of white stars and two laurel wreaths.

Fair light upon stars

Burning like cold and endless flames

White as bone, falling like tears


Glistening like ice upon a sunny day

Gracing the height of the world

Ceaseless in their dance


Gelgeth (Star-Tower) will wane and fall,

Yet from the sky,

Be never dimmed in light,

You flame for the world, to see


Fair light upon the stars

Of gods and men, you shine equal on

The world content to sleep another night

Beneath your every burning gaze


Fair light upon the stars

Burn ye forever bright

For without your light

A world of dark and endless night

Nacian Death Poem

Weep not for the dead

For they are ones who cannot

Weep instead

For the living who still bear this mortal toil

Let rather your prayer to the dead

Be in your actions

In the strain of the hand against the plow

The eye against dim light of candle

The mind in the whirlwind of thought

Let your life be the prayer to the dead

-Poem by Justinian the Younger

This is the first in a new series of poems done to promote the second book I am currently working on, I hope you all enjoy


A Toast to Domovoi, God of Hearth and Home

A toast to the guard of the hearth!

A toast to the one that makes his mark

On the fields so ripe

And press so full

A toast to the god of wine!

The little man

So clever and so drunk

With unkempt beard

And locks of gold

Let’s raise our glass to him

So that our glass might always brim!

Hearth Keep

The castle of Hearth Keep, the largest castle in the Kingdom of Lorine, built with a burning hearth that stretches the distance of the main hall.

Hewn of stone and brick

Placed along the mountainside

Hearth Keep makes it watch

Over the green rolling hills of Lorine

The red towers

Scaling tall through the sky

The yellow hearth

Burning bright through the hall

The Green Mountains

The Green Mountains, composed by Forrin, King of the Dweor, as his folk caught sight of the Green Mountains on their long march to the south, fleeing from the upheaval of Usham.

Hark my Brothers!

For what is that upon the light of the horizon?

A land filled with milk and honey

A land to carve halls and brew beer

Where the furthest peak is ornate with green growing grass

Here we make our fortune once more

Safe from the chilling sorrow of Usham

Here upon the Green Mountains

Shall the Dweor be sung of again

The Rat

The ominous poem composed for the dread and fear of Crassus Baal the Rat. A demon who gambles and seduces. He makes his victims destroy themselves, rather than by sheer force.

By the gods

The rat comes to scratch at the door again

He comes in red silk clothes

With feet of hooves

And head of vermin

To dance and deal

To wreck and cheat

His power is truest deceit

For it is not the bellowing and thundering storm

But the precise and silent chisel

That brings down towers and kingdoms

So hold fast the doorframe

And do not let him in

For once his whisper is eared

None can withstand

The seduction of the rat

Lest you hear the rat’s true name

Crassus Baal

The Sea Lord of Nazir

Common shanty sung by the sailors of Tanaria, constantly on watch for pirates, most of all, the Sea Lord of Nazir

Be wary you sailor

Be wary you trader

Of the Sea Lord of Nazir

The cleverest pirate of here

He comes on the good wind

He comes on the bad wind

He comes all the same

On sails furled and whited

Like the pearls of the deep

With tongue of honey

And blade of sharp steel

He comes on the good wind

He comes on the bad wind

He comes all the same

Be wary you sailor

Be wary you trader

Of the Sea Lord of Nazir

Welund’s Blessing, Song of the Deangli

A traditional drinking song of the Deangli, the folk from across the Sea of Stars. Invokes the name of their chief god, Welund the Smith, and his son their first king, Pwyll.

Hammer (Welund)! Hammer (Welund)! Call down your son!

Who sailed cross the Sea of Stars

Hammer (Welund)! Hammer (Welund)! You came once before!

To the brave and fair one

The good maid Gweneth

Pwyll you did father

Us you did shelter

Hammer (Welund)! Hammer (Welund)! Now come once more!

Upon the Moonshore

You beat and you hammered

The foulest of demons, away from our hearths

Now brave hammer, bless us once more

Hammer (Welund)! Hammer (Welund)! Call down your son!

King Pwyll the Wisest of All!