Lore
A whispered world awaits me,
Wisdom obscured is lore.
Open my eyes and I see,
Wicca buried at its core.
Where magik spells and potions,
And Hypnotic incantations,
Mix with herbal lotions,
And dancing and libations.
Rituals, rites and runes,
Proffered for enlightenment,
On dreary moor or dunes,
Partake a hidden sacrament,
To charge that inner treasure,
Infinite revelry awaits infinite pleasure.
Lore 10/04/2018
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