The Battle of Evermore


“The Battle Of Evermore”

“The Queen of Light took Her bow, And then She turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom, And walked the night alone.

Oh, dance in the dark of night, Sing to the Morning Light.

The Dark Lord rides in force tonight, And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plough and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes.

Side by side we wait the might of the darkest of them all.

I hear the horses’ thunder down in the valley below,
I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the Eastern glow.

The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget, no, no.

Dance in the dark of night, sing to the Morning Light.”

{Copyright of Led Zeppelin}

Raging against the Machine, the heart reaches forth to all at this time of transition and turmoil.  Within the deepest moment of return, we face the dark together. For the Mound is the place of transformation for each of us, whether we are witting or oblivious of such Virtue. Thusly, the tide marks its own influence upon the weary wayfarer until each in turn becomes ‘The Mark’ itself. That is to say, we are wilfully absorbed within gyfu.


Letters utter the breath of things past, poignant words spoken of upon the wind are given to me as memory, of the gift, once in deed and again of intent. Their delight resides within the anticipation and emotion and virtue wholly absent from the lightning flash of ‘real time’ media as it explodes in cyberspace, a mere instant from our true purpose.

This fractal Universe saturates, nay drowns everything in its nebulous ego; void of discernment, nothing remains of any worth.

So, to ink and paper again, the candle gently flares; a subtle illumination, infused with clear and present warmth, distinguishable light and a heartbeat all its own.

Such dreams are manifest in real time of real worth.


Life shifts, a pace, a furlong, a knot, one giant leap around the Compass; it’s all over before we knew it had ere begun.

To you Dear Lady, I hold a light for forbearance and strength. All shall endure. We have no choice.

The path to accomplish what is needful is oft distracted by what we desire, which is no lie, merely a causality away from the arrow, the straight dart, the homing trajectory we all yearn for in the ashes of the souls’ remembrance.


There is no other place, no finer place than where we currently reside. This Hearth we call ‘home’ IS where the heart-light shines – the virtue of who we were, are and will always be. We exist only in the moment, and each moment is uniquely ripe with the potential of the pleroma, the instinct of nurture as it makes all bountiful in its wake.

We are sleeping, dreaming the vision of our existence within the reality of our dreams; we harken to the dancer and weaver of dreams… we are summoned to heed the call, and respond we must.

His pipers raze the tempo even as we raise the banners – the troup wanders ever onwards, forever seeking the ‘Light of all Being.’

Hidden in plain sight, all effulgence blinds the unwary, who failing to avert one’s glance, is smitten by the enduring image, seered at once into the heart.



Relentless frustration fashions a quickening; promise swells in the belly, here damselflys gather in number to tease the body, to tame it to Her reckoning.

Encouraged by hope, it traverses beyond all remit. It has yet to encounter that among the countless halls of subtle wonders, each seeker carries forth desire.

 Leave it at the gate.

 Where is the Life? In the trees, comes the echo from afar.

Where is the All? I am everywhere and nowhere –She calls

Open then your eyes, gaze into the Sun, avert not thine eyes, speak with honeyed tongue, listen with intent, act with honour.. be bold…

Become the Child of Promise


~ by meanderingsofthemuse on January 14, 2013.

4 Responses to “The Battle of Evermore”

  1. As always, Daniel, your words are apropos and I needed to read them at the precise time that I do. You are and have been a most beloved bearer of the wisdom of the muse. For this gift, I can never thank you enough.

  2. Reblogged this on Fannyfae's Blog and commented:
    The profound words of a friend, that really hit home at the exact time I needed to read them.

  3. wondrous words of Truth which once more leave me breathless, thank you xx

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