A New Light, A New Day

by DamienSkyetheshadeofwriting

Wow, so here we are, my own real web page and our first real blog. Where to start? I have been writing for years, I used to keep an active blog on Myspace. Does anybody remember Myspace? Shesh, I am old right. After that, I got a Live Journal, I admit no one ever read that but not because I wasn’t interesting. I barely ever posted. I always kept a journal growing up, too. My first “diary” I was eleven. I loved writing, would write stories and poetry as a kid.
We have started The Shade of Writing as a Shadow’s Lair family venture. The Shadow’s Lair Family is a family of two dads and two kids, not to unusual. We love to travel, and will post about our travels, everyday lives, fantasy writings, and just a general hodgepodge of things. We also have a goal to one day own a family farm and shop. We will use this blog to update our progress on this goal. For those of you who found this after following the Shadow’s Lair for years, thank you for your continued support. If this is your first time reading our writing, welcome and thank you. Feel free to follow us on Patreon.

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Left to Right Cera, Jayson, Damien, Aaron, 2011 Maryland Hiking trip

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Well Wishes

by DamienSkyetheshadeofwriting

For the flower in the east
When the sun rises slow
May you look up and smile
For love that may grow
I wish you all the joy
Comfort, eternal bliss
That one day true
You have happiness

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Where Is My Moon

by DamienSkyetheshadeofwriting

The stars refuse to shine
In the noon-light
The sun bask the world aglow
But my heart is cold, empty, dark
And filled with fright
Where did my troubled moon go
Now it’s clear clasped in hand
Your radiance eclipsed
By my growing sorrows
The love we had,
Not mine to demand
How can the tides still ebb
The sea rock and flow
If I must let the moon go?

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The Shade Kikyo

by DamienSkyetheshadeofwriting

Kikyo I can feel your sadness there
I am certian it will fade
How can you know my pain
When you are but a shade
Did I not die for you?
At the shot of your bow?
Yet you are not real
Not the true Kikyo
I tell myself I cannot find
The light in your eyes
No my light is not found
In the arms of a false priestess

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The Brave “disability” Mom

by DamienSkyetheshadeofwriting

Lookie here! it’s a mom
who wants a cookie.
So brave she is,
Her struggles oh so hard!
Wow just admire her sacrifice
but alas her b.s. it’s all a lie.
This mom just needs to retire!
Instead she schemes
And scams away.
While setting her child
on a metaphorical fire!

note: I wrote this in reply to a mom who was using her daughter to raise money on gofundme to fund ABA therapy.

Break Again

by DamienSkyetheshadeofwriting

In painted coats I wear a mask.
Quiet the voices inside me
Name my soul, dare you, my dear
And if you can come find me
My lady fair lives inside the mountain
And sings ballads to the moons
Upon her back the archers bow
Loves arrow shot too soon
For struck am I by beauty’s lies
Blind her voice is all I hear
Note for note I plead to die
And see my Aniya most dear
The sky is hers on dragon wings
The earth is mine to be buried in
If only I could fly to Sora
Instead I lie in my grave unforgiven
Oh troubled moon I am troubled waters
Oh mistress of fire let me be your wind
Alas! She is but a dream and I wake
For my heart to break again

Life Giving Flow

by DamienSkyetheshadeofwriting

Water, the ever crashing sea to shore
The source in the mountains flow
A trickle, a stream down paths
Water erodes and water grows
It etches rocks, smoothes pebbles
Water, life giving, life taking
The soul of the planet, water
People’s tears in drought heart breaking
Water pours from stormy skies
And bring about the healing rains
But also deep deep floods of sorrow
How water, swirling, is our pains
Drink deep the well of love
The joy that life giving spring
And how we hold our memories
Wash us over in happy things
The river, time, in weaving lines
Flows ever forward to the seas
And in my life water constant
Relief, growth, pain, joy, it washes over me

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A point

by DamienSkyetheshadeofwriting

Fair the shadows of my dreams
The gentle kiss of misery
How I thought it were she
The lady of light come to me

Only dark recallings are left unaware
She stares the window twirling hair
Her love burning, how unfair
That all these dreams lie broken there

How often must I repeat my shallow song
Am I the one who is im the wrong?
I, a god, a king, I must be strong
She comes here, unintented I strong her along

No I knew she was not my dark lady
My queen would recognise me
And how I rage each day passing
That I keep arguing identity

Does she not know how hard this is
How I spend enough time doing this
Makes me hate being here, no bliss
When this is my castle, she witness

My home, my castle, my dreams written here
None shall claim I am other than me
I will dream, love and declare my fears
My writing is mine I am alone in this Agony