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Channelling a King 

(A regal voice whispers)

Oh Here
She Comes

Oh Here
She Comes

Oh Blessed Be
Oh Blessed be

Tonight the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all
Who wishes to follow her

To her Faeryland

Ashera
The Goddess
At this dire hour

Comes forth

And rides in front
For all the anointed
To see Her

Gowned from head to toe
In a golden and green
Priceless steel armour

A true beauty of so
much Love and Light

With such beautiful brown opal eyes

Which glow
Like hidden fires
Once lit

In secret woodland groves

Who no one
Only the good
Dare to follow

For they know
Instinctively

The secret way
To the
Magical Doorway

In the Sacred Oak

So if you see or feel a gust of musty wind

Or smell a divine scent
That all your five senses are invoked

And conquered with such an exotic abundance
Of wild divine energy

For that's her biomarker

When she chooses to appear to the young
The old and elderly

Who may be in jeopardy
For she's Heaven sent

And hear the sound of her approaching steed's

Golden bells
That ring

Which hang on the necks on their black leather harnesses

So they can joyously
In unison
Rhythmically sing

It might be best to lay in the wide shades

Of your woodland hides
If you're tainted with sin

Way
Way

In the deep green green grass

And you she will pass

Or you could follow
Like a true believer of Apollo

As she rides
While above you

Skies above your New Age
Gradually gets darker

With the cries for war
Created worldwide famine

And soon-to-be global financial horror and ruin

Back to her Blessed Hollow

Beyond the Magical Doorway

To the Hidden Realm
Where I too reside

In Sweet Lands
Of The Great Sacred Oak

For her and her many
Fairy Folk

Tonight
They raid

For here will soon come
The Wild Riders

From across The Shee

Smiling gleefully
Totally unafraid

So tonight
This incantation

Whisper by I

Once known as
King Arthur

The first Knight
Of the Secret Guild

Of The Half-Light

Commands you all
To light

All the yellow hay-like beacons

Within your inquisitive minds

To create your own versions

Of my once treasured
Bridles Way
In England

To guide the Named Few
Maybe even you

To cross the Fairy folk's Fells

So in this year
Reeking of fear

The wildfires of Fertility and Motherhood

Can continue to burn within you
Without shedding a tear

So the seductive Myloto Dance

Can once more truly
Come alive

So many can dance
Play
Lay

Pray or sing

With the new freedom, they've never felt before

The Dawn cockerel screams

To break her hypnotic enchanting spell

As the rising morning
Sun

Once more
Announces

It's
Closing that magical paranormal portal

Back to her Sacred Hollow

For the brave few
That queued in procession
The whole night through

When they found the courage and followed

So her golden precious bells
To them

Could sing
Forever

A proclamation to defeat all known deep depressions

For they like me
And many others

Will soon be annotated

To be reborn
Immortal

To live in happiness
With our beloved Ashera

A beautiful goddess of Heaven

Just not known to many
Still living mortals

Still living mortals
Who'll never find the way

Or the Keys of Courage
To crossover

By using her secret magical

Paranormal
Portal

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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