This is a song once sung centuries ago by the sons and daughters of Ayrlaston to raise their spirits and rally their hearts as they marched to into battle at the behest of their Kings. The battle horn sounds as we go to war One by one we stride into the fore By our Lord’s command we will cross the shores And we … Read More The Morning Sun
The ancient race of Ayl’far were united as one A vast and blessed realm of grace they had long become Until war and partition shattered the light that shone Now they are divided, this once sacred union undone On a throne of sun the Mithylfar reign Mighty and proud of their dominion claimed They will honour their lost brothers with naught but disdain … Read More Sun Kissed & Moon Blessed
As a lifelong Englishman living in England, a country that has an English propensity for rain, I tend to hear these words very, very frequently. “Oh, it’s raining again. What horrible weather!” Why is it? Who decided that the rain is horrible weather? Was there some meeting that happened two hundred years ago where the opinions and actions of the nation would be carved … Read More Who Decided It’s Horrible?