Magick’s Mistress
Sweet Magick’s Mistress, I implore,
come sing to me
The Lore of Old of What Shall Be
Beneath the Sacred Apple Tree
In the Orchard’s centre I wait for thee
On Raven’s wing her song took flight
Opening realms beyond mundane sight
Sang She;
“Amidst the beauty in the dark of night
‘tis where does shine wisdom’s light
To view once again with magickal eyes
worlds existing beyond all lies
Ye must fly into What Is To Come
for ‘tis where Illusion is lost and Knowledge won
The Sacred held in every heart
‘tis the secret to where Creation’s movement doeth start
For magick to awaken and healing to find
Love must reign in every heart and mind.”
On this night, her song, Magick’s Mistress did sing to me
Sharing the Lore of Old of What Shall Be
So sit here now I, beneath the Sacred Apple Tree
in Avalon’s centre and wait for thee.
Essence Ka tha’ras
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