Have you ever thought you caught a glimpse into the world of Fae? For a breif moment I thought I had.
I was questioning many things in life, while at the same time reading some darker fantasy.
Was in a very happy mood one day and sat to write some happy poems, I got this one instead.
I have a very good friend who has had dreams, visions of the end of the world for a long time. He feels that someday he will become a winged creature which will bring about the destruction of life as we know it. I wrote this for him.
This poem sprang from the name. I collect names and am creating my own name book. I found this name; Beadu = warrior maid - Germany And immediately thought of the word oaken, which her shield would be made of, a legendary item, so she would be dubed with that last name. I hope to delve into her story more.