A Fine Frenzy
The word is born of wind and water
Of winters white and long
The shape and form of ode and image
The air of breath and song
Bending like a willow branch
Casting wicked spells
Twisting like a wounded tree
Fed by holy wells
Giving birth to magic verse
Bound by hill and vale
Burning like a fated curse
Reversed by force of gale
The word is born of craft and guile
Of trickery and vice
Of witchery and cunning wiles
Of sage and wise advice
Of rolling waves and winding vines
Of guarded healing springs
Of wild woods and blood red wine
And the roar of beating wings
Written by © Raven Drake
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