Post by onyxfiretear on Sept 25, 2004 17:43:41 GMT -5
In a time long forgotten
A maiden of magic does live
With the whispering winds she does speak
The full moons light become her eyes
One with nature
With glorious splendor
She moves freely throughout the eve
Stardust falls upon her mysterious face
Leaves fall and roses bear their petals
Under her feet so they may not be soiled
With a mystical smile
She nods her head greeting all
Down to the ocean she does roam
Charging her spirit and soul
Gentle crashing waves
Sirens singing their bewitching song
Cooling waters drenching her feet
Going a bit further upon the dampened sands
With a grand stick she makes a huge circle
As she does, she softly chants into the wind
Calling upon the powers that be
The gods and goddesses of air
Fire
Earth
Water and spirit
Her chanting becoming louder and louder
The wind arises with a new found passion
The oceans waves crash upon the sand with more intensity
One would think with all that goes on that she is calling for destruction of the earth
Destruction yes,
It is not done to end things,
But to make them anew
To let the next day shine
To be a clean page for this old world to write upon
Offerings to the gods and goddesses she does offer
Happily they accept
Nature returning to its harmonious tune
The night of enchantment has come to the end
Witches of light
Witches of dark
All are grey depending on intent
Back to her home to rest and relax
Until the next eve
Upon the harvest moonrise
Then a new journey with new majick begins
A maiden of magic does live
With the whispering winds she does speak
The full moons light become her eyes
One with nature
With glorious splendor
She moves freely throughout the eve
Stardust falls upon her mysterious face
Leaves fall and roses bear their petals
Under her feet so they may not be soiled
With a mystical smile
She nods her head greeting all
Down to the ocean she does roam
Charging her spirit and soul
Gentle crashing waves
Sirens singing their bewitching song
Cooling waters drenching her feet
Going a bit further upon the dampened sands
With a grand stick she makes a huge circle
As she does, she softly chants into the wind
Calling upon the powers that be
The gods and goddesses of air
Fire
Earth
Water and spirit
Her chanting becoming louder and louder
The wind arises with a new found passion
The oceans waves crash upon the sand with more intensity
One would think with all that goes on that she is calling for destruction of the earth
Destruction yes,
It is not done to end things,
But to make them anew
To let the next day shine
To be a clean page for this old world to write upon
Offerings to the gods and goddesses she does offer
Happily they accept
Nature returning to its harmonious tune
The night of enchantment has come to the end
Witches of light
Witches of dark
All are grey depending on intent
Back to her home to rest and relax
Until the next eve
Upon the harvest moonrise
Then a new journey with new majick begins