Continued sorting and adjusting my old moss covered Celtic Warrior poetry. Some is still misplaced and will periodically try to find it. It represents a creative time of my life with blacksmithing, doing live steel sword and board fighting and making herbal meds. Trying to find myself. Now I write. A sample of my olf poetry. Dead Men's Eyes
I lie asleep upon my bed,
'Mid fearful dreams I toss and turn,
I scream and face the living dead,
And feel their eyes within me burn.

When I had met them toe to toe,
And with my sword I took their life,
I stared into their face of woe,
Knowing well I'd end this strife.

We met in war on battle plains,
And each from him his life I took,
My sword and dagger caused great pains,
I never shall forget that look.

And now I lie in sleepless dreams,
I feel the curse of fate come nigh,
Haunting fear; how cold death seems,
And see the glare in dead men's eyes.