A White Candle
The warped side of the Moon shall fall to
the ground.
I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond
your reality.
Most will be wearing garments of
untapped mortality.
Some of you’ll hear trumpets that are loud
and sound.
More of you will be an embedded trap tied
and bound.
You best remain in your God given Graced
originality.
It will be a life or death to hold on to that
pure vitality.
And for God’s sake don’t partake in the
lost and found.
It is easy to lose your way through the
deception.
Nothing is ever what it seems unless you
make it.
So join within yourself become one big
reception.
And make sure you have a white candle
always lit.
Never lose the light of a white candle as
the dark side of the Moon falls.
For the light of your white candle is right
behind darkness and enthralls.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
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