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Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

March, 14, 2005

Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

She sees beyond...

	    
		
	    Artwork (c) Marc Potts
	       www.marcpotts.com
			The Serpent Queen
	
	The Wolf Moon calls me
	in the frost of winter's night,
	I change into the mystery,
	walk free of human kin
	breathe again the wildness
	that I AM; sometimes,
	I wonder if we need each other,
	sometimes I just want to be alone,
	walk among the wild things of earth,
	be with the wolf and raven,
	wander the forests,
	watch the dragons' rise 
	above the mists of mountains,
	touch the ancient power
	of the blood moon,
	where the swaying, seething, 
	seidr magick draws forth its dream:
	the old fire in my soul
	begins to waken to the power,
	the ancient serpent in my spine
	crawls up into the brain
	and blossoms like a thousand lotus petals:
	dreams and visions of night and chaos
	born of time and early knowledge,
	the temples of gods in jungles,
	and mountains, and groves:
	swaying back and forth
	upon the green earth,
	blood of goddess sacrifice,
	moments of magick, the moon
	touching a cord, a string 
	within my mind, rising
	like the white serpent queen,
	swaying and dancing
	in the undying flame:
	her emerald eyes aglow,
	her mind in mine knowing the pulse;
	and, we, begin to chant of love,
	filling the earth with our voices:
	the measured pitch and pith,
	the charms of power,
	that folds us into the web of life:
	singing our songs of light and darkness
	as we sway to the deep pulse
	within us, the old magick of our natural life.
	
		- Earthwizard, aka, Steven Craig Hickman
			© February 9, 2004



			



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