Channelling a King

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