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Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

March, 15, 2005

Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

Life after life the circle is bright...

	    
	
	    Artwork (c) Earthwizard
	       
				
		Voice of Crow
	 
	Standing on the portal knowing the truth,
	past lives behind me, old skills within me,
	the triple goddess before me: the step
	I now take is to love and the light,
	the patterns of sight all tell
	all spell of craft I know so well,
	the movement of stars, the herbal lore,
	the wizardís chest of old tales;
	knowing who I am makes me ponder
	all Iíve been through circling eons:
	how many creatures of light and dark,
	dragon lore doth tell of this old story:
	the fanged tooth tales of old
	that rise in me now, 
	the winged lords of Eldar,
	keepers of treasures and stars,
	tails spinners of golden yore,
	serpent rings upon the hills,
	cromlechs of the giants on the shores
	of fallen battle lords of elder days:
	their green fire eyes laughing in the wind,
	horses free upon their skins of light,
	riding hard upon Taraís wild lands,
	the Fiona in the crested red of ancient Eire,
	hunting down the dragon prince in his lair;
	the fire of breathe within my desire,
	the fluted memories of this strange delight;
	crow wanders through my mind tonight:
	his black eyes flying wild among the mountains,
	fields and streams of this bright earth;
	what he sees, I see; what he knows, I know;
	each moment a mystery of this life:
	the black winged caws of crowing lungs
	screaming wisdom stones of broken light;
	the laughter of the tribe, the gathering in the night
	clanís bright ways upon the heath, the dancing welkin know,
	all song and poetry folding me in fires of celebration;
	what lessons will unfold within this dream?
	 
	-O Wizard gleaming man of the green thought,
	wisdom seeker of the twilight,
	hold back the flood tonight, the chaos 
	madness of this bleak universe, and bring us back
	to that old knowledge of the heart and mind,
	the silence of the dream and lore:
	the slow movement of your thought
	upon all matters great and small;
	for we seek the key to the ancient dreamtime:
	the blue Veil enfolds us round about:
	faŽrie lands of living light abound, where all our kin
	in peace, do live upon the shores of Westernesse! 
	 
	          - Earthwizard, aka, Steven Craig Hickman
	                 © January 17, 2004

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