Highlander artwork, photos and poetry

[EvanStar4506]

I have to put the poem here with the artwork, it's nicer thay way. :) This was my longest poem ever.



"Forever My Soul"

The darkest quickening I ever felt was an evil
I wished to be spared.
Jim, my friend was in torment and pain, I saw no
way for his release.
I pleaded to him, "Let me help you." because I
knew I had to try.
I wanted to do what he once did long ago as
Hayoka man for me.
He fought me instead with his anger and blade,
pierced my heart with his hate.
So my soul said, "Don't hurt him." While my mind
said, "You must."
As our duel continued on and it became clear to me,
I hated what was done to him.
The tears could not be spared this time if I was
to help him on his way.
When the moment arrived, although I did hesitate,
out of love, knowing what had to be done.
I looked into his eyes hoping to see his
redemption there.
Finding its absence I couldn't stop my sword
from its final justice.
The last sane thought I had before the dark
quickening began,
"It is finished, my friend. Go in peace, for now
I must take your place."
The darkness over took me then as the essence
grabbed my soul.
A voice filled my mind and taunted this phrase,
"It isn't finished, but just begun!"
The lightening made me over and changed my soul
into becoming hate.
The fire arose all around me and I enjoyed its
power and heat.
"They will fear me now!" My heart rejoiced as I
held my sword up high.
My delight for this capacity grew and found no
limit as a devil's child.
My mission was there amongst the weak, I could
finally indulge in crime.

I wanted to hurt and kill them all, and anyone
else in my way.
My evil eyes and grin betrayed what I had become,
the monster I used to fear.
I hurt them for pleasure, I hurt them for sport, I
hurt them because I could.
I fought with the one who used to be here and
wanted his soul returned.
I had his soul and body now and forever would
always be mine.
He tried to call his friends to help but I knew
what to carry out.
I made them fear me, I saw them cower, I laughed
at their stupidity.
Sean trusted the old Duncan and held out his
hand in faith.
His voice tried to sway me, his eyes looked into
me, as a friend I saw him now.
I felt the evil fearing him tremble, so I had to
kill him, and quick.
The horror of my deed pleased me, but the darkness
from that moment on.
Pulled back enough to let me feel the pain of
killing mym once dear friend.
The sky turned black that day reflecting on the
darkness in my soul.
I then returned to my home in despair, searching
for those memories of peace.
Going to a church that I once knew, I thought
I saw Darius there.
Missing his company and advice because I needed
him now, more than ever.
In the sanctuary room I stood and screamed, "What
Have I Become!"
"What I was, is it truly gone?" I needed the
answers from someone.
I lay on the floor and cried to God, "Help me if
you can, I can't exist like this!"
I wanted Death to come for me, but I feared
its knowing touch.
I was the rope that evil tugged with righteous on
the boundary.

Methos found me there alone and coaxed me to
follow him away.
He took me to a small Holy spring where evil
didn't want to be.
He held before me a sword, that sword of my
ancient clan family.
If I wanted to be whole again, I had to claim it
and make it my own.
I went down to the spring alone and tried not to
fear its light.
It called to me as I drew near and felt the
comfort of a mother's arms.
I stepped into its depths and let the pureness
washed over me.
But I had to love myself first, before its magic
could work inside me.
The evil did not want to leave and fought
desperately for my soul.
Telling me, "Give up because you cannot kill now
what you have become."
But I summoned up all that I knew was good and
killed the evil within.
As the evil pulled free it tried to escape the
burning surface of the spring.
Holding out my arms I embraced the light as
it washed over me.
A voice inside my heart whispered, "Go in peace,
it is truly finished now."
I stepped from the water with a feeling of what
it was to be pure.
Freed from the evil when it dwelt in me, I was
ready, now, to proclaim.

"FOREVER IT IS MY SOUL!"


http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/evanstar/Duncan/evil_DM.jpg

[EvanStar4506]

~Blood Of Kings~


Into the space found between time,
The source of Immortals we devise.
Into the flesh of human beings,
Will be created in the Blood Of Kings.

The Princes are born into the night.
Forever to live and love and fight.
But this one prince sits above the rest,
The Warrior Prince has passed the test.

To prove his worth before the clan,
To show his skill with Claymore in hand.
He fought more enemies than he could count,
He slew them until blood soaked his mount.

"He is the best among us to defend,
The honor, his honor of Highlander Men."
The Prince kneels before his clan gathered here,
The Claymore is raised while he shows no fear.

"You have kept the honored traditions my son."
As the blade touched his shoulder but in love.
The Prince raised his head and showed not a tear,
To gaze with respect upon his noble father here.

Then the firelight shadows begin to fade,
The lightening came from another place.
The Warrior Prince stood and looked around.
There was nothing left, not even a sound.

"It must have been a dream that I once had,
To see my father so true, proud and glad."
The Warrior Prince turned and walked away,
Pondering the fate of still another day.



http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/evanstar/Duncan/dunpast-1.jpg

[EvanStar4506]

-Azure Skies

My hero in blue with his
lips parted to say my name.
His eyes call to me and I appear
to place my hand upon his cheek
and return a tender kiss.
His cloak of royal blue becomes
apart of my warmth and
drapes across my back as we
merge into one quickening of
light passion until the
profound moment becomes
all that we are capable of.
Hide me in your cloak.
Taking the time to comfort
my fears and my head swims
with the scent of you.
With your face upon my heart,
my fingers curl a lock of
your brown hair.
Then I sleep by your side
forever a partner of love, of life.
If you are my world, then
the world is my lover
and I am its soul.
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/evanstar/LynnGHocker/WarriorPrince-1.jpg

[EvanStar4506]

Warrior Prince Of The Forest Glen


He stands alone on top of the hill.
Claymore in hand, he spies the truth,
The battle below is not of his will.
And hears the cries of slain innocent youth.

The conflict commenced before time began,
It marches ever onward without a pause.
The lovers and mothers pray for their men,
torn between what's right, their hearts and the cause.

But the warrior prince is alone on this hill,
The storm clouds surround his darkening mind,
And it will always be that way until,
The war is vanquished from a corrupted time.

The moment of his reflection is now past,
He joins the engagement as it raged before.
The battle cry rose and weapons clashed,
For the Clan, for the Honor and nothing more.

http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/evanstar/LynnGHocker/ForestGlenn.jpg

[EvanStar4506]

Gypsy Prince

I was an outsider but allowed into their tribe,
because of a trust that was understood.

We traveled along at a leisurely pace,
my heart was calm with this peace.

They bestowed upon me a sign of respect
and I wanted for nothing as a prince.

A band of Gypsies became my home,
with a long unity of and way of life.

Their culture so rich and a people shine
with a profound love for ancestral clan.

I roam each day and night solely free,
and care for this camp of Rom gypsy.

Each night I sleep with Highland dreams,
of a family that I missed and longed to see.

They're all there, my cousins and kinsmen,
Locked away memories so precious to me.

*
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/evanstar/LynnGHocker/lonegypsyDM.jpg

[EvanStar4506]

The Passionate Dance


The passion of the dance becomes unveiled.
The rustle of her dress enthralls.
The music continues to go into you as
the dance becomes Duende.

The fire in his eyes looking to her, then
stamp their feet in unison.
The touch of hands makes them feel depths
of their souls becoming one.

He holds her tight and feels her breath
with the passion of the dance.
She feels his heat and strength of desire,
and longs for more than his touch.

The dance must end, but they want to go on,
and continue to the end of time.
For what is love, but a moment of time
when the dance becomes Duende.

*
http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b263/evanstar/Duncan/duendeDM.jpg

[appeace]

Blessed be Thee! What a talent! Im completely rung out of emotion after reading those pieces of art!:)

[pukkie]

Beautiful EvanStar !! :)

[EvanStar4506]

Blessed be Thee! What a talent! Im completely rung out of emotion after reading those pieces of art!:)

Thank you so much appeace, do you have a favorite?

Beautiful EvanStar !!

pukkie, thank you too, and do you have a favorite? For me Forever My Soul is just such a good episode poem, that I like it the most.

[pukkie]

Hi EvanStar
I like them all ,but Forever My Soul i like it most :)

[appeace]

OOOOooooo--do I have to choose???:eek:
"Warrior Prince" sure stirs my Scot blood, but I do have to say that "The Passionate Dance" does also!:D

[EvanStar4506]

OOOOooooo--do I have to choose???:eek:
"Warrior Prince" sure stirs my Scot blood, but I do have to say that "The Passionate Dance" does also!:D

So True both of those poems are strong and full of emotions. When I read Blood of Kings, I feel it is one poem that Duncan could have written the last 4 stanzas. What was he growing up? Raised to one day become a clan chieftain. Then all that changed when he became immortal and banished. I wondered if He ever thought about that time and what was lost.

[appeace]

I do think so! I believe it was one of the central roots of Duncan's character and personality. One could always see the constant search to belong to something honorable and greater than himself.
The "little boy lost" side of Duncan was always in his eyes, the "Who am I, Where do I come from?" always on his lips.:)

[SirenaLunaria]

These are lovely EvanStar4506! Simply gorgeous!!!

[EvanStar4506]

These are lovely EvanStar4506! Simply gorgeous!!!

Thank You SirenaLunaria! (beautiful name) the poems represent many years of writing and devotion to detail.
I haven't written one since 2000, but these showcase my finest work.

[EvanStar4506]

Bumping for the newbies.:D

[EvanStar4506]

Bumping again~~~