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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Gone but Not Forgotten

In the olden days of magick pure,
the glittering Faerie danced.
Their home of Avalon matched their beauty
behind the clouds of thickened mist -
a mystery it seems to add.

Then there came a time of the Witch,
a friend to these winged Fay.
They danced and played,
and laughed and sang.
They chanted forms of magick,
and taught the witch their ways.
This was a time of peace.

There were many of these magickal kind,
and many of a different road.
But none of which would harm the next,
or even harm their foe.
Then the darkness came.

The Witch and many fought,
to keep that which is dear.
But there was too many of the darkness kind,
whose ears and eyes deceived them-
peace and love they preached.
The Witch knew it was false.

The darkness covered the land,
as thickest veil of bane.
Our ancestor’s memory they slandered.
Our men woman and children they slain,
And then they preach of righteousness and truth.
They say their way is pure and right,
while spitting up words of poison-
from lips of lustful envy.

Now we are in present day,
the darkness starts to fade.
The ancient truth we carry with us,
enlightened from ancestral ways.
The darkness fears us more and more,
as their powers wither-
they see they will not win.

So when you go to bed tonight,
remember what is said.
Though we are an ancient race,
our spirits will live on.

And when we go across the veil,
of spirit and of rest.
Our other kin will bid us well,
Like those who went before-
And those who will be left behind;
Will say what we have said,
their lips will say these gentle words,
“In Loving memory of this Witch,
Gone but Not Forgotten.”


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