Lady of Annwfn
In sacred temples at the dawn of love,
shalt thou tak'st my hand, oh queen of the night,
from thine chalice let me sup thereof
reveal my soul to thine own divine light.
In peaceful gardens where thine orchid blooms,
thou tak'st my open heart in thine embrace,
release my dreams in swirls of laced perfumes,
and lift my face to gaze upon thine grace.
While fragrant candles flick their amber flame,
upon thine altar lies my destiny,
as senses burn in fire for thee to claim,
thine kiss, my queen, shall bring my harmony.
My whole forever thine own to command,
as, goddess, thou came down and took'st my hand.
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2009
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