Winquind Words

“Snuggle close, my little one, I’ll tell you of the Lord of Stars, who long ago, in a quiet dark, decided to dream a world for us. His voice was soft, his heart so grand, ‘I’ll make it bright,’ he said with a smile, and flung his twinkles across the sky. He sent his helpers, glowing bits of light, like fireflies dancing in the night. They scooped up dirt, they hummed a tune, and built us rivers, a sun, a moon. With love as warm as this blanket here, he grew tall trees and a deer so dear, hoping we’d play in his big, wide yard. He looked back, my sweet, to days gone by, and whispered, ‘Old tales can still fly high.’ Then peeked ahead, to times like now, ‘You’ll dream big dreams—I’ll show you how.’ His starseed fell, like you, my star, each one brave, no matter how far, to grow with love, his favorite spark. So when you wonder, my sleepy dove, about the stars and the world above, know the Lord of Stars is near, so near, watching you with a happy cheer. Through yesterday and t...

Your spiders silken sticky lies  Are spun of veiled confession Flinging venoms to divides Sick flys within each lesson Built about your shadow trap Your prey should ever fear Tripped by dreads vibrato tap Scream this arachnid's here Webs of whispered weaving Deceits with practiced ease Each threaded tale achieving Intertwine to false decrees You wait in silent patience  Doubt and fear indeed take mount Prey ensnared in plaisance Missed the lie just felt the count Silvered spider string designs To a crafted cunning smile Truth now lost on distant lines In the maze of your beguile What justice gives to karma's light From efforts made to quash true Pray butterflies may beat your webs And the boots of god to squash you -Winquind-