Owlets or Outlets?

from barn to bay
an outlet to our brain
everlasting peril and pain
my sleep will drain;

flee from the figth;
in a silent flight;
to recover the might;
no doubtful insight;

the first time
as scary as flight;
the truth is mine
might release your might...

glide with your wit
through the monsoon pit
where dreams are lit
and stars are still.

use YOUR feather.

The Lay of Ere (The White Story)

In the passage from ere
few there were
but amongst them,
were the gracious and grateful.

in a bay they were
all gathered, the four.
Fierce as the Sun,
he gave a bright roar;
Átika was the name he bore
in his face a black stain he wore.

Amongst the dark sky
there she was,
with her dark hide;
San was skylike
without knowing why,
she was brought in the night;

The third frizzy and mellow
was in fact a bright fellow
loved the meadows,
but lived for the barrows,
old and merry was Fowx;
and a little bit yellow;

Into the water they lean,
to remember a dream
of something before seen...

that was all;
which was known

The White Story - Beginning

from the inocent jungle
trying to live there, they gambled
until she made it enable
for them to explore a new angle.

She, the youngest of five
growing was a strife
but she still might;
be the end of such night.

Called by her birth date
The Youngest Daughter she was named
a delicate damsel and a fierce maiden
her fame chased her.

glorious for battles won
her father's kingdom;
was again strong
but her thirst went on.

winter came and so did the logs
crackling fire, and barking dogs

She was one with an unusual gift
dressed by the snow, a white glow lit
to her warm body the snow sticks
and a white robe comes from it.

Amazed they were
and some remembered a passage;
from ere...

Uni

in empty darkness
the mind awakens
to the outer limits
of our own 'creation'

only dots shining
our time winding
life arounde me
everywhere but inside me

cold reach the lungs
my throat sunk
while the stars shun
a tree had now sprung

throught it all
I didn't fall
nothing pushing down
soaring unbound

I think I saw the whole
or else I wouldn't know of the old
ygdrädsil is gold as it flows.