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Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

January, 29, 2005

Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

Life after life the circle is bright...

	    
	
	    Artwork (c) Earthwizard
	       
				
			The Golden Bough

	Dark the way down into this earth,
	the thick plucked bough I hold is gold;
	the gift of gods, the twice born gleam
	of dreams filled with her mystery: 
	dark the waters, tormenting
	the wayward soul that wanders
	into her underworld without the twig,
	broken gold of that ancient tree:
	sight of which still leaves me breathless,
	sighing at the beauty of it light;
	I now stand before her, my head held high,
	my arms reaching out, the golden bough
	rising to her; her eye, enchanted
	casts out all doubt, gleaming flower
	sprouting from the golden staff
	awakens in me the magick that is all light:
	the beauty of her face, the bright star of night!
	
	  - Earthwizard, aka, Steven Craig Hickman
	          © January 16, 2004

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