Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. 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






Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Music~



Music is like poetry,
A gentle, soothing song.
It floats on, an endless river,
The words so delicate, yet so strong.

We trap the song within our words,
When it longs to sail on, free.
We should take a lesson from the birds
Who release it in a warbling melody.

If we tie the music to our words,
It loses its sweet magic…
Bound to our small understanding,
Her caged state is tragic.

Let the tune be known by all,
As the lovely sound plays in our hearts.
No longer crippled by what man binds it to,
We can now feel its deeper parts.

So instead of confining music to our speech,
Let it waft on through the air untamed,
For we only truly feel it when the song is out of mortal reach;
Wild and free, sweet and unnamed.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011