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Showing posts with label Book. Show all posts

Friday, February 22, 2013

Smoke and Ashes~

Here follows a song for a book that is really on my heart to write. I'm not going to reveal details, hehehe, but I hope you enjoy the song, something a character sings before a great final battle. 
The cover photography was taken by my sister, Emma, across the road from where we live, and I edited it with a program called Corel. 

Smoke and ashes,
Broken glasses,
Scatter the floor.

Feral gashes,
Lightning flashes,
Rain starts to pour.

Waiting, wondering,
Outside: thundering…
What are we fighting for?

Wandering, blundering,
As a shunned thing…
Take away the war!

But dawn will rise
‘pon blood-red skies,
Oh, the World is dark.

If I have one prayer,
I will swear
That none shall crush my heart.

For far too long
Has this great wrong
Beaten back the light.

Sing a hope song,
Both pure and strong,
To turn back the night.

Cling to your faith,
Flee the dark wraiths,
Hold your children tight…

Wipe your stained face,
Take up your mace,
Now we stand and fight!

But dawn will rise
‘pon blood-red skies,
Oh, the World is dark.

If I have one prayer,
I will swear
That none shall crush my heart.

Thousands shall fall,
Hundreds give all,
To defend what’s good.

‘Tis a grave call:
Form a steel wall,
Join in brotherhood.

Fight for freedom,
For your kingdom,
Remember how it stood.

In the sunlight,
Pure, gold sunlight,
As again it should…

And dawn will rise
‘pon blood-red skies,
Oh, the World is dark.

Hear my one prayer,
My last prayer,
That none shall crush my heart.

Copyright Hannah Scarlett 2013






Sunday, April 17, 2011

Song of the River~



This is a song I wrote for a book I am writing, Lithians...


We must follow the river,
We must follow its gentle flow.
We must follow the river,
It will show us where to go.

Through the swift currents,
The rapid torrents,
We follow.
Along the pebbly shore,
Though we be deaf from the roar,
We follow.

We must follow the river,
We must follow its gentle flow.
We must follow the river,
It will show us where to go.

To find the place we seek,
Hidden in the shadows of the past,
Though death we may meet,
We know that at the last…

We must follow the river,
We must follow its gentle flow.
We must follow the river,
It will show us where to go.

If I be lost in the dark,
And the waters do not part,
The river is a gentle, guiding lady,
Her garments graced with foamy lace.
She leads me on, lost and cast away,
To my sought’n place.

I will follow the river,
I will follow her guiding flow.
I will follow the river,
Till I reach the place I know…


© Hannah Scarlett 2010