When the White Gulls Call
As one more day of dreaming comes to an end
and the sun once more into the sea must fall.
With one last longing look back to the horizon,
what will you see when the white gulls call?
Waiting on the Thunder
Either from some deep instinct or just from the emotions that raced through him he lifted his head and roared with all his might.
Yes my child now you understand what you are,now the reality of how others see you is taking shape. You are the master of all things and your passing will strike fear in their hearts. You can feel the brooding stillness that falls over the land as we pass. Like the fear that spreads before the storm when all creatures see the lightning and hide themselves away waiting on the thunder.
She had followed the scent of the murderer for a full cycle of the moon and now she would have her vengeance.
All the rage and hurt she had felt looking upon the mangled remains of her children now surged through her veins. She breathed deeply the smell of her prey as the hatred stoked the fires within her. The thunder of her wings heralded her coming like great drums of war. Her scream split the heavens and made the mountains shake with fear.