Black is Day
And Day is Night
Walk in Darkness
Dream in Light
A Prophets wisdom
Challenged by fate
A Faeries kiss
Multiplied x three to mate
A Poem, a Poet
A length of time
A Martyr, A Philosopher
And ner time
As Odin pined ore' the tree
And Maidens breast
Of a babe suckles to thee
Then feed the Oxen
Humans grope
Then milk the cows
As wild as the hunter
Drawn a bow to Antelope
And hymns have raised
Unto these paths
To cross the world
A bridge to pass
And as a tunnel
Silver cord
Channels through
To see the Ford
And as you see in wonderland
The White Rabbit
Speaks.. "Time is at hand!"
Why I have seen many run around
Through the Trinity
Where Maiden, Mother and Crone
Abound!
You may find this such an atrocity,
Do as you may
Believe or disbelieve.
When I shall speak
Open to Women and to Men
A message I shall bring to them
From all the poets
Living and Dead
Penetrating every thought
Of Orbs that are bred
And to silence
as the worms are fed
To speak the tongue
Of messengers high
To hear the music
Mountains sigh
To wash these hands
A mountain spring
And soar to every land
Encompassing everything
Bare myself
Through the summit be
O Hail
An Opus Opportunity
Where all is trite and tor be open
And all shall meet a ritual spoken
As time be crossed
And shellings be a token
Gather...Sit upon this tree
On every branch
Your hands shall be
This island where we shall see
To feel the Wind
And waves of Sea
And I shall come
Wrapped in a worm-spun cloak
And bright the crystal
Eyes of Gods evoked
Descending Dragon
Into the fire bale
And all eyes shall watch
Him to impale
And down we go
A slumber to the gale
Waning Moon: 1:23 am Rain Feather
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