The Fulgory Bird – Karen & Chris Weber

Has aught been heard of the Fulgory
Bird in the isles to the west of Man?
For hither the gilded galleys of men
have sailed since the world began.
With painted sails and mariners’ songs
We come with trumpets and brazen gongs
To procure that for which His Majesty longs,
The remarkable Fulgory Bird.

“The Fulgory Bird,” by Karen and Chris Weber, based on a verse in The Drawing of the Dark, by Tim Powers

Everybody's Moon – Kathy Mar

Shine on, everybody’s moon, up everybody’s sky
Down everybody’s heart
Shine on everybody’s dreams, no matter where they fly
Watch over what they start
Dry up everybody’s tears, you know no one else can
And somebody ought to
Kind of work on keeping things together
Til we figure what to do

“Everybody’s Moon,” by Kathy Mar

North English Hymn (Post Aureate) – Sofe


englishmagic:

Remember when I wrote Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell fanfiction in the form of a hymn to the Raven King? Well I’ve sung it now. Please excuse the fact that hARMONISING WITH RECORDINGS OF MYSELF IS REALLY DIFFICULT and I HAVE NO PROPER MIC and of course my AUDACITY SKILLS ARE ATROCIOUS
Apart from that, what do you think?

Storyteller – Anne Harlan Prather


aratinwe:

Anne Harlan Prather – Storyteller
I’ll sing of hawk and dragonfire
Of miracles and men
I’ll sing of places far beyond
My outer vision’s ken
I’ll sing of pride and sorcery
Of lovers, priests and kings
I’ll sing of wars and heroes
And of golden bells in spring.
I’ll sing of endless galaxies
Of planets far away,
I’ll tell you stories closer than
Their times or places say.
I’ll sing of dragons dreaming
In a sun-swept paradise>
I’ll sing of madness and of hope
Beneath the storm-tossed sky.
And when I’ve told my story
May you ask no more of me
Than the healing that its telling brings
Of bonded souls set free,
This world would be a bitter place
If no one ever thought
Of dragonsongs or hawks in flight
Or lovers linked in thought.

Troll Hall – Julia Ecklar


thepasswordispeekaboo:

Oh my sire was a troll, and my dam was an elf.
They had plans for my use. I had plans for myself.
From his frame I grew strong. From her wit I grew wise.
Damn their hearts! Damn their guts! Damn their eyes!

“Troll Hall”, written by Leslie Fish (and sung by, I’m fairly sure, Julia Ecklar)