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Posted: October 9th. 2004 9:57:28 PM
Prayer to the Old Gods
by Storm Faerywolf
Age Group: Adult
Sacred Mother, Maiden, Crone
Holy Brother, Son and Lover
I am marked by Mystery's kiss
By Triple Will I am Thrice thine.
I sing of Your stories, I speak Your great names
I dance in a circle and madness descends
I drink of the Power that flows from Your river
the currents that take me to sanity's end.
The smooth edge of space, that curved black mirror,
where laws of man cannot reside
Conjures the Seven and then draws Them nearer
to walk upon this earth with life.
Plates that shift beneath the ground
your sacred dance, or so I've found
and in the darkness water flows
as waters break to birth the world.
From the dark and silver egg
the Twins are born with youthful lust
Seductive softness is Their name
And fall into Their spell we must
Arousal of innocence, the bud on the stem
that opens, so softly, in pale early sun
That possesses a beauty as such beyond knowing
To proclaim morning's majesty With flower and thorn.
White One! Blue One!
Your breasts are soft hillsides, Your eyes are as pools
Your sex is a cave, and a well, and a geyser
Your skin petal soft to the touch makes me drunken
Your lust is the power that brings seeds to flower
We hear you on the wings of doves
We smell you in the scent of flowers
We feel you in the cool spring breeze
We see you in the eyes of love.
The Twins, they do move and they take on the palor
of pale moon light and of bright summer's peak
Pregnant with promise, erect with their vigor
As Mother and Horned One together we seek
Mother Green, and Red, and Black!
Lover Garland swathed and Golden!
By Moon and by Ocean, By stag and by wren
Cool rain is your kiss, warm sun is your treasure
Your perfume the scent of sweet blossoms in daytime
And soft dripping pollen your spent summer's pleasure.
We hear you in the crack of fire
We smell you in the musk of heat
We feel you in the thrust of rutting
We see you in the golden wheat.
As summer skies shall soon give way
to winter's touch and turn to gray
as so we too in turn must meet
the scythe of She whose face we seek.
Rending thunder, howling shriek
splintered bone for flesh is weak
the pain and horror as death takes hold
the final stare thats now grown cold.
Dark One! Black One! Wise One! Mad One!
Silent wisdom guards the gate,
to the final mystery
The Royal Darkness who shall preside
over the end of history.
Ancient Mother, singing sweetly
Lustful harlot, scarlet kiss
within your womb are things made holy
the black of madness is your bliss.
we hear you in the voice of toads
we smell you in the damp of earth
we feel you in caress of rain
we see you in the pangs of birth
Mother Darksome and Divine
Let thy worshipers rejoice
For thou art virgin ever new
and all of life speaks with your voice.
Author's Notes: This is from my book, The Stars Within the Earth, available from my website and at select independant bookstores across the US.
Author's Location: Walnut Creek, California
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