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Delhya's Meanderings

Delhya

Just word art of mine I finally decided to share outside my Holt and niche. More to come as it will.

The Hunt
Ayyoooh the night is gently fall--ing ,
the pack gathers round to the hunters quite call—ing.
Away like shadows they slip into the darkness.
Quite as the wings of the great night hunter.
The scent is found away we go, to the chase!

Ayyoooh the night is gently fall--ing ,
the pack gathers round to the hunters quite call—ing.
The hunt is on, the now is here, we live the thrill.
Our bonds and hearts are race—ing.
Teeth and spear flashing in the moonlight!

Ayyoooh the night is gently fall--ing ,
the pack gathers round to the hunters quite call—ing
The prey comes down a clean and quick kill.
The feast begins, shared by all.
Brothers and sisters in blood and bond..

Ayyoooh the night is gently fall--ing ,
the pack gathers round to the hunters quite call—ing
The moonlight dims and the night grows lighter.
Weary and full the hunters return.
To den and tribe there gathered.

Ayyoooh the night is gently fall--ing ,
the pack gathers round to the hunters quite call—ing.


Dark Waters
Tides roar on the rocks swiftly, sweeping, swirling.
The vast deep, blue mysteries alluring.
Come visit me, come swim with me.
See the secrets I’m embracing.
Spanning untold wonders to behold.

Tides roar on the rocks swiftly, sweeping, swirling.
The vast deep, blue mysteries twirling.
Come away with me, come away with me.
Through dangers well worth facing.
With sights that must be seen and cannot be told.

Tides roar on the rocks swiftly, sweeping, swirling.
The vast deep, blue mysteries twirling.
Sights beholden with companions true.
The ways of our lives intertwine us.
Passion and devotion does guide us.


Tides roar on the rocks swiftly, sweeping, swirling.
The vast deep, blue mysteries twirling.
Flightless but flying, weightless wondering.
Dancing through the water like a feather on the wind.
Soaring, diving, thriving like the birds among the clouds.

Tides roar on the rocks swiftly, sweeping, swirling.
The vast deep, blue mysteries twirling.

The Now
Stars shine bright into the becoming night
The two moons so slowly climbing.
Hearts race fast, as feet swiftly dance
Across the sands so timeless

Ayoooooh the winds are gentle
As tide and leaves do whisper
Teamwork reaps bountiful harvests
Joyous things are becoming

The fire burns bright
As our hearts ignite
To dance the dance that’s calling
Laughter rings out warm and pure

As the dance will surely quicken and gently fade
A new day will come, as we rise anew
Memories made and friends in true
Trifles forgotten in the nights misty passing

Stars shine bright into the becoming night
The moons are slowly climbing
Ayooooooooh

Embala

THE HUNT - Wolfriders. The closeness of the pack. The exitement of the hunt. The necessity of the kill. The natural circle of death and life.

DARK WATERS - Wavedancers. The invitation. The promises and dangers. The ease and the force. And again the community and friendship.

THE NOW - Wolfrider... Sunfolk ... Go-Backs ... Wavedancers... it can be each of them. and all together. Feeling the air. Feeling the heartbeat. Celebrating with friends.


I don't know your Holt, your tribes well enough to envision them. I see pictures of my familiar EQ tribes, scenes and faces. I'm almost inspired to do background pictures, create collages for illustration as I've used do some years ago.

I like you word art, Delhya. Thank you for sharing.

Eyeshigh

I love them!

lunakat

very nice