O’mighty mother
of the triple divine
and mystical goddess orb,
Pure and holy in serenity ,
Silver shrouds your innocence and shines the promise of things to come.
untouched but much loved are thee,
unknown, unscathed,
but giving of hope to all and some,
Waxing awe unto those who seek council and solace at your great showing.
virgin , maid and mother,
in wholeness I give thanks at your wisdom,
and herald the zenith with which our magic’s stand strong.
We move with silence and collect our herbs with and by your grace,
adhering to the craft and paying respect to thee.
upon the world of man doth your healing ancient light illuminate that which is known
By instinct and heart alone.
And as the celestial moving travels on ‘wise crone presents us with our eternal ending
deserved peaceful night,
Taking all to her darkness and guiding those once living.
Burier of the king and midwife to our daughters,
shrouded Diana
it is to you we look towards as the end carries us to the beginning,
And that beginning, towards another day.
And so mote it be x
The sadness of heaven
as people leave this world
day by day
Tears of sorrow coming my way
Feeling the pain deep inside
knowing that i cant hide
Feeling lonely and thinking it
is my fought
but what do i have to ought
Watching the doves pass by
But i didnt want to say goodbye
Seeing my people die
left me with a bow tie
Only God know whats better
When we know it matters
Having to believe that God is
a miracle
Would make some people life miserable
Deep in my soul
i know its my time to go
Feeling the same as others
looking at the dove passing by my window
Wondering it was time for me to go
As I watch the casket roll out to the burier
I felt pain all over me
My body shivering
like cool water
The next day i didnt eat
sleep, nor drink
for days
then i got weak and couldnt get
up off the floor
crying for help
No answer and
no sound of me
I was Dead
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