Here's a new poem not found in Scourge. It will be featured in my second book, release date TBD.
From the Foes of Dawn
we are the foes of dawn
our secrets slow the light
the blood of stars is drawn
we guard the wounded night
with stealth we rule this lair
our slow owl eyes are pale
descend to forests deep
through sable furs we stare
at breaths prowling the vale
gently the dim whirls creep
our hands enchant the earth
soft drip of vapor gleams
awake from bat roost sleep
giants shelter our birth
to swim all movement seems
cloaked specters rise and stir
turning with heavy frown
we melt their strange horned dreams
buried in pathless blur
wreathed silence haunts all sound
wolf magi veil our spell
hunting dense shapes that spy
our cold magic surrounds
where orbs of moonglow fell
curled banners churn the sky
beacons flame eastern cloud
gray fire seeps through the glade
our dark stones will defy
concealed in mystic shroud
tree wisps unsheathe their blades
the dragon's head is gold
fierce glint of wings are born
it swoops where fawns are laid
nestled in shadows' fold
portals open the storm
we charge the roaring scourge
clash of light, frost, and dust
our silver mail is torn
green hordes flicker and surge
on burnished haze they thrust
to sudden force we yield
the wild bird sings our bane
slyph winds with blue spears gust
piercing helmet and shield
on routing beams we wane
scattered on dew leaf rune
our opaque crown is gone
our tale will call the rain
to menace the warm noon
we are the foes of dawn
our secrets slow the light
the blood of stars is drawn
we guard the wounded night
--2008