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Tag: Survival and Spirit

  • Honoring Stormborne Women: A Poetic Tribute

    Honoring Stormborne Women: A Poetic Tribute

    A Tribute to Stormborne Women!


    They wove the wind into cloaks and dreams.


    Spun flax with fire and softened seams.
    Mothers, warriors, whisperers, seers
    Their names echo across the years.

    In caves they sang to unborn stars,
    In fields they carved the fate of wars.
    With calloused hands and iron hearts,
    They held the world while it fell apart.

    They bore the weight of every dawn,
    Raised walls of stone when men were gone.


    Healed with roots, and led with grace
    Stormborne blood, in every place.

    Let no tale forget their worth,
    The quiet queens of ancient earth.
    For behind the sword and sky and lore,
    Were women holding open the door.

    let their songs and tales stay eternally.

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  • Legends of Taranis: The Fire Within

    Legends of Taranis: The Fire Within

    Whisper not his name too loud,
    Lest storms descend and fire shroud.
    The child who walks ‘twixt wolf and flame,
    Was never born to live the same.

    His cradle rocked in winds that roared,
    His breath was thunder, wild, untoward.
    At one moon old, he called the stars
    At two, he broke his brother’s bars.

    The elders spoke with furrowed brows,
    “This one will break our sacred vows.”
    But in his hands, a light did grow,
    Too pure to burn, too fierce to slow.

    He healed the sick with dragon’s grace,
    And sorrow fled his glowing face.
    Yet fear, like roots, took hold and spread
    “He brings both blessing… and the dead.”

    Some say his eyes hold forest lore,
    The wolves’ old grief, the fae-folk’s war.
    Some say his blood recalls the flame
    Of gods who walked with no true name.

    What tribe can hold a storm so wide?
    What fire endures when fear must hide?
    So mark these words on bark and bone,
    The Stormborne never walks alone.

    For when the wind begins to wail,
    And branches sing a deathless tale,
    Look not for mercy, shield, or guide.
    The fire within the child will rise.

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