Freyjuve: The Edda of Ullur and Freyja (Part 2) by Vindblain, literature
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Freyjuve: The Edda of Ullur and Freyja (Part 2)
Freyjuvé (Freyja’s Sacred Grove): The Edda of Üllur and Freyja (Part II) My life began, a sprouting chute The unfurling of tender leaves Then hardened bark, and blossoms full As they spread ‘cross the canopy The petals fell, blown in the breeze Like faerie-folk born free in-flight At equinox, now safe from freeze I flourished in the spring-tide’s light I looked around me, face aglow Dazzled by the sylvan glen’s Crystal streams, remnants of snow Flowing towards a pond within Of verdure hues, and indigo Ambrosia-sweet, and icy cold I swam within, and dived below Feeling free and uncontrolled With dance and song, I spent my days And tended to my garden, dear I’d walk the paths, and watch deer graze Safe from harm, and free from fear To my approach, they were unfazed They let me stroke their muzzles, soft I’d sit among them, eyes agaze And watch the larks take rise aloft Within the glen, a temple stood A ruined thing, but beautiful Surrounded by enchanted woods With fruit-trees
Ullevi: The Edda of Ullur and Freyja (Part 1) by Vindblain, literature
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Ullevi: The Edda of Ullur and Freyja (Part 1)
Üllevi (Üllur’s Sanctuary): The Edda of Üllur and Freyja (Part I) So young I was, when I first gazed At the maiden of Summer-Sun Whose touch of life, by all was praised, And her beauty denied by none But on that day, in shyness, dazed I hid myself beneath a hedge That I might watch, in spring she bathed Crystalline, at the water’s edge I huddled low, upon my knees Transfixed as any ‘lover’s-fool’ On her, alone, ‘neath shroud of trees Who waded in the waters-cool. With not a care, and no unease She thought herself to be alone And hidden, I, by boughs and leaves Wished only that I could be known Like hemp and silk, her hair a’braid, That trailed a length along her spine She basked in sunlight, unafraid Not knowing that, for her, I pined She sung a song, which seemed to bade And lull me in a waking trance The boy I was, I felt him fade Was it to me she called, perchance? Her curves were soft, yet tone and thin Where water streamed like season’s-sweat And soft it trickled, down
Inheritors
By Mathias Holt
Within the chaos of the deep,
You manifested from your sleep,
For timeless, all that's ever been,
Is but a spark of what you've seen.
Beginning, end, no difference make,
Yet you created, for our sake,
Beings to but share your dream,
Though just a portion, we could gleam.
You'd made for us a place of peace,
Free of sickness, or disease,
Days of peace, and life carefree,
Yet in our agelessness, ennui.
We came to You with but a plea,
"Create ones in our image, we?"
You understood what we could not,
Such joys, and sorrows, would be wrought.
You knew the cost, so high a fee,
But told us that our will was free,
If w
Songs for Evennight (Compilation) by Vindblain, literature
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Songs for Evennight (Compilation)
Songs for Evennight By: Mathias Holt (Vindblain) Proem Come gather ‘round, I’ve tales to tell, to you, my kith and kin, Of wonders, and of tragedies, such spells, to draw you in. Of love and loss, of gods and men, of virtue, and of sin, Of glamours cast, and broken hope, of faeries and of djinn. The spirits gather ‘round us, bearing witness, drawing nigh, This solstice-night, the harvest, ripe, into the flames we skry. So join with me around the blaze, beneath the starlit sky, And let the words consume your heart, as tears consume your eyes. For I shall weave such stories, to bring goose-flesh to your skin, To rend your soul asunder, then to make it whole again. Now listen close, to fables born on roaring fire’s din The only query left to ask is: where shall I begin? The time when seasons walked with us, cursed to live and die? Of course, the perfect place to start, with Üllur, and his bride… Üllevi (Üllur’s Sanctuary): The Edda of Üllur and Freyja (Part I) So young I was
The Edda of Uller and Freyja (Compilation) by Vindblain, literature
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The Edda of Uller and Freyja (Compilation)
Üllevi (Üllur’s Sanctuary): The Edda of Üllur and Freyja (Part I) So young I was, when I first gazed At the maiden of Summer-Sun Whose touch of life, by all was praised, And her beauty denied by none But on that day, in shyness, dazed I hid myself beneath a hedge That I might watch, in spring she bathed Crystalline, at the water’s edge I huddled low, upon my knees Transfixed as any ‘lover’s-fool’ On her, alone, ‘neath shroud of trees Who waded in the waters-cool. With not a care, and no unease She thought herself to be alone And hidden, I, by boughs and leaves Wished only that I could be known Like hemp and silk, her hair a’braid, That trailed a length along her spine She basked in sunlight, unafraid Not knowing that, for her, I pined She sung a song, which seemed to bade And lull me in a waking trance The boy I was, I felt him fade Was it to me she called, perchance? Her curves were soft, yet tone and thin Where water streamed like season’s-sweat And soft it trickled, down her
The Flames of the Phoenix by Vindblain, literature
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The Flames of the Phoenix
The Flames of the Phoenix
In the sunrise light, and ocean's tide
The waves hold a secret their depths seek to hide
But the siren song will call to your ear
To unravel its mysteries, mirrored in sky
Like billowing cities that reach to the dome
Lie beings arcane, whom "The Deep," call their home
Riding on creatures, Leviathan-kin
Born from the churning of high-tide's foam
They come bearing gifts of magnificent fare
A magic they draw from the earth and the air
With laurels of power, and branches of peace
They enter our world, their blessings to share.
But behind their beauty lies the soul of corruption
They seek not to prosper, but only sur
Freyjuve: The Edda of Ullur and Freyja (Part 2) by Vindblain, literature
Literature
Freyjuve: The Edda of Ullur and Freyja (Part 2)
Freyjuvé (Freyja’s Sacred Grove): The Edda of Üllur and Freyja (Part II) My life began, a sprouting chute The unfurling of tender leaves Then hardened bark, and blossoms full As they spread ‘cross the canopy The petals fell, blown in the breeze Like faerie-folk born free in-flight At equinox, now safe from freeze I flourished in the spring-tide’s light I looked around me, face aglow Dazzled by the sylvan glen’s Crystal streams, remnants of snow Flowing towards a pond within Of verdure hues, and indigo Ambrosia-sweet, and icy cold I swam within, and dived below Feeling free and uncontrolled With dance and song, I spent my days And tended to my garden, dear I’d walk the paths, and watch deer graze Safe from harm, and free from fear To my approach, they were unfazed They let me stroke their muzzles, soft I’d sit among them, eyes agaze And watch the larks take rise aloft Within the glen, a temple stood A ruined thing, but beautiful Surrounded by enchanted woods With fruit-trees
Ullevi: The Edda of Ullur and Freyja (Part 1) by Vindblain, literature
Literature
Ullevi: The Edda of Ullur and Freyja (Part 1)
Üllevi (Üllur’s Sanctuary): The Edda of Üllur and Freyja (Part I) So young I was, when I first gazed At the maiden of Summer-Sun Whose touch of life, by all was praised, And her beauty denied by none But on that day, in shyness, dazed I hid myself beneath a hedge That I might watch, in spring she bathed Crystalline, at the water’s edge I huddled low, upon my knees Transfixed as any ‘lover’s-fool’ On her, alone, ‘neath shroud of trees Who waded in the waters-cool. With not a care, and no unease She thought herself to be alone And hidden, I, by boughs and leaves Wished only that I could be known Like hemp and silk, her hair a’braid, That trailed a length along her spine She basked in sunlight, unafraid Not knowing that, for her, I pined She sung a song, which seemed to bade And lull me in a waking trance The boy I was, I felt him fade Was it to me she called, perchance? Her curves were soft, yet tone and thin Where water streamed like season’s-sweat And soft it trickled, down
Songs for Evennight (Compilation) by Vindblain, literature
Literature
Songs for Evennight (Compilation)
Songs for Evennight By: Mathias Holt (Vindblain) Proem Come gather ‘round, I’ve tales to tell, to you, my kith and kin, Of wonders, and of tragedies, such spells, to draw you in. Of love and loss, of gods and men, of virtue, and of sin, Of glamours cast, and broken hope, of faeries and of djinn. The spirits gather ‘round us, bearing witness, drawing nigh, This solstice-night, the harvest, ripe, into the flames we skry. So join with me around the blaze, beneath the starlit sky, And let the words consume your heart, as tears consume your eyes. For I shall weave such stories, to bring goose-flesh to your skin, To rend your soul asunder, then to make it whole again. Now listen close, to fables born on roaring fire’s din The only query left to ask is: where shall I begin? The time when seasons walked with us, cursed to live and die? Of course, the perfect place to start, with Üllur, and his bride… Üllevi (Üllur’s Sanctuary): The Edda of Üllur and Freyja (Part I) So young I was
Inheritors
By Mathias Holt
Within the chaos of the deep,
You manifested from your sleep,
For timeless, all that's ever been,
Is but a spark of what you've seen.
Beginning, end, no difference make,
Yet you created, for our sake,
Beings to but share your dream,
Though just a portion, we could gleam.
You'd made for us a place of peace,
Free of sickness, or disease,
Days of peace, and life carefree,
Yet in our agelessness, ennui.
We came to You with but a plea,
"Create ones in our image, we?"
You understood what we could not,
Such joys, and sorrows, would be wrought.
You knew the cost, so high a fee,
But told us that our will was free,
If w
The Edda of Uller and Freyja (Compilation) by Vindblain, literature
Literature
The Edda of Uller and Freyja (Compilation)
Üllevi (Üllur’s Sanctuary): The Edda of Üllur and Freyja (Part I) So young I was, when I first gazed At the maiden of Summer-Sun Whose touch of life, by all was praised, And her beauty denied by none But on that day, in shyness, dazed I hid myself beneath a hedge That I might watch, in spring she bathed Crystalline, at the water’s edge I huddled low, upon my knees Transfixed as any ‘lover’s-fool’ On her, alone, ‘neath shroud of trees Who waded in the waters-cool. With not a care, and no unease She thought herself to be alone And hidden, I, by boughs and leaves Wished only that I could be known Like hemp and silk, her hair a’braid, That trailed a length along her spine She basked in sunlight, unafraid Not knowing that, for her, I pined She sung a song, which seemed to bade And lull me in a waking trance The boy I was, I felt him fade Was it to me she called, perchance? Her curves were soft, yet tone and thin Where water streamed like season’s-sweat And soft it trickled, down her
The Flames of the Phoenix by Vindblain, literature
Literature
The Flames of the Phoenix
The Flames of the Phoenix
In the sunrise light, and ocean's tide
The waves hold a secret their depths seek to hide
But the siren song will call to your ear
To unravel its mysteries, mirrored in sky
Like billowing cities that reach to the dome
Lie beings arcane, whom "The Deep," call their home
Riding on creatures, Leviathan-kin
Born from the churning of high-tide's foam
They come bearing gifts of magnificent fare
A magic they draw from the earth and the air
With laurels of power, and branches of peace
They enter our world, their blessings to share.
But behind their beauty lies the soul of corruption
They seek not to prosper, but only sur
I love the natural world, and I love the worlds I create in my mind. I take photographs of the things I want to remember, and I write the things I see in my head.
Current Residence: Georgia, USA
Personal Quote: I'm not God, I'm just delusional.
Favourite Visual Artist
Kathleen Hall
Favourite Movies
A Place Promised in our Early Days
Favourite TV Shows
Rin, Shuffle, Evangelion, Eden of the East, Ouran Host Club, Fruits Basket, How I met your Mother,
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
For Now: Florence and the Machine, Grace Potter, Yasunori Mitsuda, Mumford and Sons, Rising Appalachia, Elephant Revival, Charlotte Cardin, Coheed and Cambria, Circa Survive, Lydia, Versa Emerge, We Are The Fallen
Favourite Books
Warbreaker, Mistborn, A Thief of Nightshade, The Wheel of Time, Stormlight Archives, Everybody Loves Large Chests, Witcher, Harry Potter
Favourite Writers
For Now: Brandon Sanderson. And still, Brandon Sanderson. But River God by Wilbur Smith is the best book I’ve ever read
Favourite Games
Anything Zelda, Final Fantasy, Ico, Shadow of the Colossus, Witcher 3, Horizon
So, I write...among other things. As trite as it is to say, it's a passion...well, obsession really. But I have a good excuse, honest. I thought for years that I had a God complex; that I simply desired control of every situation. As I've gotten older, I realize very poignantly that I never once actually felt in control, nor was control over everything what I truly wanted (indeed, loss of control in many instances can be quite rewarding). What I wanted was -complete- control; control over every single aspect and event of a world of my own creation. Writing provides that feeling. I love creating more than mere control though, otherwise I would
I got tagged with this by biggest fan poisonplum http://poisonplum.deviantart.com/ so I must oblige with the answers to the following questions, and, in turn, forward this wannabe chain letter to 10 more poor souls of my choosing (you know who you are. And if you don't, then check below)
Here are the rules:
1 - You must post these rules.
2 - Each person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal.
3 - Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, then create ten new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4 - You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5 - Go to their pages and t
I have been submitting my dA works to groups of late, in a shameless attempt to share my stuff with a broader audience. Setting aside the dirty feelings of prostitution, I decided to spend some time perusing the works of others. In the process, I discovered something about myself. While looking through nature photographs, I feel awed and impressed, and like I have a long way to go to create photos even half so beautiful. On the other hand, while reading through the works of poetry and prose available, I found myself hyper-critical and down right snooty in the way I viewed the works of others. In my arrogance, I read each word through the vign