Post by AquarianM on Oct 19, 2006 at 11:39pm
Never Go Widdershins...In the sacred circle you walk sunwise,
Dress the honeysuckle Prince a prayer,
Eyes closed at the font of each direction,
Feel the pull of the mountains call you home.
In the seat of mad kings comes three choices,
Insanity aught death or vast visions,
The wheels of fate turn on the dancing wind,
Awaiting the lark of those who chase the Fisher King.
Drinking of Love's Cup will take you down all roads,
Yet can your feet dance you across the stones of home?
Never go Widdershins and call on the blackness,
a blot on your soul and poison in the well,
Dance like the grasses softly bending,
Away to the stone circles sunwise.
Under the stars of Beltaine's hollow Moon,
All the wonders dance before your eyes,
It is here we hope to find the Mother,
The reason the knot always closes.
Live naught by the sword and it will break,
Live naught by the plate for it will shatter,
Live naught by the spear as it goes blind,
Live naught by the chalise shall it die.
Unto the center of these things,
each apportioned gently,
Here the trees grow grand and old,
The Children of Llyr wed Danu's kinder brood,
The font will then spring again forth.
How the endless forest will weave its green so then,
How the birds and breezes softly sing.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/20/2006