About the Author
Hello, all. I,m baaaaack! I am returning to this site after a hiatus (mostly unavoidable) of several years. I intend to be an active participant once again. Let the music begin! I find it difficult to describe myself. Let it suffice to say that I am a typical man, full of contradictions. I am comprised of equal measures of confidence and angst, optimism and despair. I am capable of courage and cowardice.   Perhaps the words of Plato best describe me; "I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering on the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with"
 (0 votes)

Click on an image below to link to other sections...
Visitor Number:
  • Chopper Stories
  • Writers Harbor
  • Writers Harbor
  • God-in-a-Box
  • Steps On My Road
Follow us on:
View Work
Be the first person to like this story !!
The Eldar
    On tall Olympus' shoulders
    When Selene shows not her face
    In sheltered glades unknown to men
    Still dwell the Eldar race

    These spirits of the past endure
    But rarely do appear
    Their quiet voices whisper
    Where mortal ears can't hear

    They do not wish their presence known
    To humans such as we
    They only venture forth in dark
    When mortal eyes can't see

    In Hellas' quiet places
    These creatures very shy
    Abide in unseen valleys
    Ere Helios lights the sky

    Faint echoes of the pipes of Pan
    Yet linger in a dale
    Nymphs and dryads gambol there
    Within the starlit vale

    Dionysus revels yet
    In his most secret glen
    Satyrs still attend him there
    Beyond the view of men

    Shadows move within the dark
    Where Centaurs make their way
    Wise Chiron stalks the forest
    And shuns the light of day

    A murmer on the wind reveals
    Swift Artemis there still
    With arrow drawn she leads the hunt
    O'er sunless field and hill

    The Furies in their secret lair
    Do not accept their doom
    They linger on with dark intent
    Their torments to resume   

    Three Muses in a grotto deep
    Will conjure forth a spell
    Wisdom springs eternal
    From the bottom of their well

    Gaea, mother of them all
    Abides within the Earth
    This world is her dominion
    To all she's given birth

    These denizens of ancient times
    Have a price they all must pay
    Their fate it is to fade again
    When Eos brings the day

    But yet they do not cease to be
    Still they linger on
    Unseen by mortal men who stir
    When after comes the dawn

Last edited by T. Clifford on November 29, 2012, 4:08 pm
comments powered by Disqus
Copyright © 2007-2015 Writers Harbor
Visitor Number: