Rebellious Lil Goddess's blog: "Poetry"

If I could catch a rainbow I would do it just for you And share with you it’s beauty On the days you’re feeling blue. If I could I’d build a mountain You could call your very own A place to find serenity A place to be alone. If I could take your troubles I would toss them in the Sea But all these things I’m finding Are impossible for me. I cannot build a mountain Or catch a rainbow fair But let me be what I know best A friend that’s always there

Somewhere deep in the forest of greens, The fairy spins his webs from dreams And the wizards cast their solemn spells, There quietly about the magick dwells Its beyond the mirrored images or so it would seem, Though its above and below and in the spaces in-between. But you'll never really see the old truths here beheld Or feel the forgotten pain of an old tree felled You'll never really see if you cant find your way The path is clear now but wont be someday So then you'll be left with nothing to see And the spirits of now will no longer be The ancient wisdoms will be buried underneath Of the theories and proofs of science's beliefs Then the magicks of old with be washed away with the rain And the stories of the wise men will be legends again

Visions of Witches Blithely turning my face towards the moons My mind howls in the language of runes. The glow of their light makes my eyes ache I'm blinded by the Ladies of the Lake. Woad shamelessly glistens from upon their brows The gods of the past they attempt to rouse. Chanting and singing in ritual form, The power of the words creating a storm. Then all the bluster softens to mist, And the gods lightened the realm with a kiss. Magickal energy abounds from breeze, As the witches began to heal the trees. Stumbling amidst their magickal fray, I'm locked by the fear forcing my stay. Admiring their ancient call to the Light Yet humbled by the chaos I see in the night

The Faeries Song We stand in the center of space between space and we come here time after time. All of our sorrows and deeds in this place are subjects of song and of rhyme. What does it matter to wear a new face or to appear in a different clime. If only we dance with style and with grace recalling the tune and the time. For we are the dancers you see in your dreams You blink and then we are gone. Nothing is ever quite what it seems But the memories still linger on. So wake! and come out to join our dance She rises, our Lady, the Moon. Leave care and troubles. Don’t miss the chance. The dance it is ended too soon. Look there, hear the feet that pass Bending not a blade of grass .

Spirits As i walk through the gallows i hear the wind blow full of creeks and whistles as i walk really slow gazing at the shadows that follow me near they whisper help me in both of my ears as i pace my self slowly i see the green glow of life thats been floatting from the hills of Gallow pacing and strolling the grounds below the ghoust of our brothers and sisters still like to roam lurking in darkness they will roam till the new day of justice their spirit will flow