Willow Walker

Joined November 2025

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Probably the worst poet since the Vogons, but I like to think my prose is a bit better

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The Wind And Fire
Few of us contemplate the wind these days. Wind is a herald of change. When fire is touched by the wind, it flares up in anger. When the wind caresses the surface of a lake, the water is so moved that it ripples in joy. When the wind trusses through the trees, their leaves dance and jump in response.
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Writers
Northern Lights
Stray remnants of cosmic power Shining bright in darkest hour Ethereal tendrils of the stars Enchantments cast from afar
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets
Then The Drums Of War Fell Silent
Alone I stood, a great host opposed Grey demons gaining ground My battle worn-armor dented and damaged Neither strength not courage left to be found
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets
Spectral Whisper
A spectral whisper in harmony with the wind Floating like foam in the rapids Driftwood, time worn and pressure smoothed
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets
The Dark Months
And so we enter the dark months. Where that which makes us see blurs our vision, The blood that keeps us warm chills our bones
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets
Harp and Horn
By the clear ringing song of harp and horn There you stand, celestial-born And where I am a crownless king You drift aloft on angels wings
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets
Hail To The Grim
Hail to the grim, marauders and kings For power is in crowns, bangles and rings The warlike are dead, the peaceful don’t rest
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets