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Wandering into night's embrace,
The moon will guide your way
As you look up to the sky,
See the trees begin to sway
You're following a feeling
You can hear it in your heart
Though this life is at it's end,
A delicious one will start
Your invitation glows ahead
A brightly burning pyre,
Silhouettes dance 'round it
Howling chants into the fire
Writhing bodies greet you,
Introduce you to this boon
As you step into the circle
'Neath the hanging crystal moon
A sacrament will soon begin
As Writhing forms reach deep within
Souls weave together through inner power
The overwhelming magic of the witching hour

© KNL
Take me to kneel
At mountain monuments
Towers to the heavens
Casting their shadows
On the sinners below

Take me to rest
In forests pristine
Reliquaries for souls
Who wander dreaming
Through many bountiful arms

Take me to purify
In oceans tumultuous
Let me cleanse myself
In the deepest wells
Primeval founts of life

©FaerieFoxPoetry
Aly OMalley Jun 2021
Seas of anchors beneath the earth
Take hold the dew of morning
For truth givers and life bearers
Hands stretched to the sky, demanding
Freedom and peace and strength and serenity
An understanding of things unknown
Power purely born into existence
From a single, simple seed
UV Dec 2020
I always put away the pen instead of painting you in
How can I win describing?
Nothing I could write would ever hold a candle to how you make me feel.
My words fail me unlike your love.
You weren’t a shallow promise
Not a lovers dream
You’re real
Behind the mask it’s just you
In loving you I’m made kinder
To the world, myself and the rest.
Cause I see you in your infinite facets
I’ve known for long it takes imperfections
To make a true masterpiece.
To steal a quote from those who came before me
‘Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror’
And baby I’ve been terrified since the day we kissed.

-UV
Quote mentioned is by Rainer Maria Rilke.
Dave Robertson Dec 2020
8th
The ouroboros of eight,
mouth full, speaks forever
of doors and portals cautiously opened
from times past when scared eyes
scoured woodlands for sacred evergreen
and feasted to last the dark,
through the missionary rewording of the same,
to now, the snaking trucks
of the cola company
Filomena Rocca Nov 2020
The spirit of these long dead men
Be found to live in me again
And just the same when I am gone
Our spirit guide our children on
Meditation on ancestors.
"I" may be changed to"we" for group recitation.
"Men" is meant to encompass all humankind here.
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