This is my 501st post, and I wanted to do something special... I figured I'd share an excerpt from my upcoming fantasy novel Alastair, and direct you all to my NaNoWriMo page to become one of my "buddies..."
The countenance of a wearied mindFlickers in the candlelightFlitting round from thought to thoughtThose in the shadows, those iron-wroughtWondering if thine heart is blindOr simply has incomplete sightIf one only sees what one has boughtIf one can recall only what one sought
What a hopeless phrase. What a terribly, terribly hopeless phrase.
This new captain has all I lack
Through stained glass windows are partridges//Singing in the boughs//Reciting favorite passages//That pleasantly could rouse//The dear elven-child//From his lovely dream//And with a lovely, toothless smile//His candor would brightly beam
And on that day, His promise held true//my God taught me hope and Love through you