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"White the Lowest Sky"



Cries the Lowest Sky 
tear drops fed as manna
o’er the littlest warrior 
face raised to ultra Light

The 3
that sit in Ultra Gamma
there cries the lowest Sky
the voice that ever hears you

Cries the Lowest Sky
eyes, full wet plates of
overflowing Jade 
raised to Mother Moon 

stands firm the
Daughter of Hecate

Replete
Love Repeats 
the mistakes of 
Love 

Repeat
Love Repletes 
the battle wounds of 
Love 

Cries the Lowest Sky
Reluctantly she follows

Frowns like her beloved Familiar
arms crossed from time of birth
Feet small fall warm 
into the Other’s footsteps 

this one is pure
and blessed, 
this one is 
pure and Earthed

now melting
fading fast the lost imprint

The tongue that spits
the flame
without the curse 
of forethought

will wake to live
another day 

Melts Dark Night 
Black ‘morrow 
pools for drowning 
Blarney silenced

Golden Chord
and drumbeat broken

Unravelled
No voice like string 
plucked softly from a Harp
Cries the Lowest Sky

Tears dew drops glisten
but frozen in twin sight
four cold Familiar Mirrors 
empty reflections of fresh pine 

leaves now unreachable 
now never fallen

Swollen 
is the voice in throat 
of the Young Hecate
holding tightly closed
her young heart with foolish pride 

She closes the
True Mother Gate

Gauntlet thrown
the other side -

In Her hand Hecate 
holds a bleeding sacrifice 
Her Eurydice Heart
The Broken,  
offers HER child, 
Her only fair true token

beating life out on cold plate

ruined runes torn apart
by The Covetous, with sharp teeth,
Soulless sharks, 
the bitter wolves that steal dreams
The ones that never sleep

From Quiver
to Kill 
the mother contest
Pulls bow shoots straight
no hesitation 

does Our brave warrior mother
Hecate

One swift clean shot
to mark the Lyrebird
black heart black beak
false imitation cry 
cries out to not her child

with the
Killing Hecate arrow 
through her two-faced eye
the death is stormy for Lying Lyrebird
not passive fawning sympathetic mild

Cries the Lyrebird
in the Lowest Sky

Cries the Lowest Sky
tear drops on Lyre’s tongue 
poison is her manna 
blood drops 
black her Sun

The song sung 
Supersedure 
follows 
Hecate’s Pearls dropped 
from wisdom pockets

One by one. 
Won by one. 

White the Lowest Sky
A clean page to 
blaze her own bold story
Our Young Hecate
Her broken heart now Spring borne
opens lock 

with 

The Key
She walks through her own true gate
in her hands 
her True Mother's heart 
firm and safe 
beating time lux aeterna
eternally eternal,
still holds the Young Hecate - 
The Protection Key, superlunary
 
The Inheritance:
White Feather
Gold Sun
Freedom 

Her own 
Blue Sky 


(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
for my daughter
Georgia.
Love, Your Familiar





Enya - Aniron
https://youtu.be/iMyo8I8AKmY








HEKATE (Hecate) was the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy. She was the only child of the Titanes Perses and Asteria from whom she received her power over heaven, earth, and sea. Hekate was often depicted in triple form as a goddess of crossroads.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hecate





EURYDICE
https://www.greekmythology.com/Myths/Mortals/Eurydice/eurydice.html















Lyrebird.
A lyrebird is either of two species of ground-dwelling Australian birds that compose the genus Menura, and the family Menuridae. They are most notable for their superb ability to mimic natural and artificial sounds from their environment. They especially excel at imitating the calls of other birds.



Sacrifice.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacrifice






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