'Wherever you wander, for want or wonder, may your will never wain nor whimsy wither, may you walk the world without waiver, your path never astray by day, never afright at night. May light be beside you to guide you. From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn, ever in pursuit of the sun.' https://t.co/YgEDKOlXOy
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 31, 2020
'Behold the standing stones from ancient times of yore, behold the sacred shrines of gods that came before. Beware the standing stones and the spirits they hold, beware the seelie sprites the old tales foretold, for they dance on dark nights to invoke dark rites….' https://t.co/4f5IOJIGWm
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 31, 2020
'Ever the illusive dance of dawn and dusk, ever the hunter and hunted, one chasing the other in eternally entwined embrace. Ever the celestial spectacle, we watch the heavens as darkness seems to chase the light from the sky, yet always it is the shimmer chasing the shadows.' https://t.co/juK4wvEHrR
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 31, 2020
'This was an old path, one that had not seen use in ages. She could tell no one had been here for centuries, for the steps were scabbing over and new, untamed branches spread everywhere. Yet, this had to be the way the old ones spoke of, the way to the fabled forest floor below.' https://t.co/hUxRMHcBRu
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 31, 2020
'When the earth spat forth death and covered the shattered lands with fire and ash, all life was extinguished. The cooling rocks were barren with but smoke arising for ages. But in the fullness of time, the storms came, the snows fell, and the river ran, bringing life once more.' https://t.co/rpBN9qe0mc
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 29, 2020
'They had a bit of everything and everything could be had for the right price. From the most mundane of merchandise to the fabled and forgotten, any particular item could be found for you by the crafty clerks of the archives, for the right price, and if you knew what to ask for.' https://t.co/kqUr0n5lpR
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 29, 2020
'Beware the ancient guardians of the deep, for though their cults faded away long ago, they do not always slumber, nor do they show mercy to any who would be fool enough to trawl their depths and disturb their abodes to prey upon those they shelter.'https://t.co/jgv1QVc2a1
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 29, 2020
'Fearsome, foesome, fiendish and foul, the snub-nosed drake spreads its wings and roars with frightful force, sending all the small to scattering, and putting all else on guard of its formidable figure. At least, it would be so threatening were it more than a handsbreadth tall.' https://t.co/fTqHbaCIGg
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 29, 2020
'Some say they are spirits of the night, some say they convey the souls of sinners, shifting silently between the celestial and this mortal realm, bearing all to their final abode. They also say the owl stalks these spirit sprites, to torment and tear at foulest of their fares.' https://t.co/JjkBEhBVf7
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 28, 2020
'When you see the moon slip into sea, and orange skies fade to grey in fond adieu to day, when the waters shine so bright that they light the darkest night, when foam and fog unite to spread and hide all sight, when wind and wave is all you hear then you'll wish land was near.' https://t.co/YPRRgnEC2O
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 28, 2020
'Every quest has a prize, every journey a destination, every life a purpose, or so they taught us when we were but children. What few taught before we set out into the world was that the prize is ephemeral, the destination is ever elusive, and the purpose is for us to define.' https://t.co/FhvQtMn0HA
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 28, 2020
'There were the quiet moments, the silent seconds between the days, when no sane soul would be about, these were the moments when the world made sense, and all the seeking, all the searching, all the death and despair that composed the rest of time faded and blurred for a while.' https://t.co/URHtaE7C6F
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 28, 2020
'You and me, and every tree rise and fall with age. But you and me, unlike the tree, have but one long stage. When we fall, as must we all, our lives are measured by what we've dost. When all trees lose their leaves they are measured by what they've lost.'#poem #thoughtoftheday https://t.co/TaUDIroHSq
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 23, 2020
'We fear the primal forces, the primitive powers that make or break what binds our beings. While we pray for guidance, for some semblance of sentient spirits to steer our lives and forge our fates, we tremble when an avatar or angel alights before us, weilding life and death.' https://t.co/IsnsQowLzV
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 23, 2020
'The winds were nothing new, the mists swept through the passes every morning, washing the valleys with cold and dew as the sun rose above. No, the winds were not new, but there was a chill fear they carried this morning, and all eyes turned to the shrouded peaks with dread.' https://t.co/19LNgYYPWg
— Duncan Wilson (@MrDuncanWilson) December 23, 2020
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