Ally’s Musings

When all a-quiver
Silver thread
Hears iron shears
That whisper dread

The sound of Nyx’s
Daughters: calling

Can sound of hail,
Or feathers: falling

What happens then,
When strand meets blade

To cut it cleanly
Or torn and frayed

Cold, unfeeling,
Morta’s shears

Can sound of sleep
Or ring of fears

Padded pawprints through the snow

Show where you’ve been

But who can know

What you have seen

Where wind will blow

Where wind will blow

Tattered scraps of darkness
Dancing to Night’s song

Their nightime dancing ageless
In the moonlight, they belong

The moon their snow-white goddess
She lights their sky-wide throng

To their dance: a silent witness
Forever, they go on

What’s the difference between
Everywhere and nowhere?
A lot of stuff in the world is a giant pattern.
All matter is made up of atoms,
Which are made up of tiny particles
Revolving around a central mass.
Planets have moons revolving around them.
Solar systems are a group of objects
Revolving around a central mass.
Galaxies are solar systems
Revolving around a central mass.
Who knows if this pattern goes on and on forever,
And some giant organisms live in a place
Where all matter is made up of galaxies,
Or that atoms are really tiny solar systems?

The wolf runs close to midnight
A woman astride his back
He runs like a ghost in the moonlight
The night forest all but black

He flits through ancient dark trees
His breath the only sound
Trees stand like silent sentries
Paws whisper across the ground

The woman murmurs in her dreams
Shouts ringing in her ears
Sleep soured by dremt of screams
Though nothing the wolf can hear