Priestess Poems - Poems about Priestess

The Red Priestess Within my dark dreams she always appears and...... She sends me deep spiritual treasures to read and absorb By my mind's Scrying Mirrors In the silvery moonlights many reflective walls Which are in plain view but just hidden from all My crimson priestess from the Red Church With a multitude of dark confessional rooms Hidden from mortal...

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She was the queen, down in New Orleans. She had authority, and she is meant to be known. You should appreciate her, cause she is a legend. Her name is widely spoken. You can't just ignore her. I believe in her. Her strength, her power. How she helped her fellow folks, even though she was feared. A woman of color, who went down...

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The most audacious damsel Has the audacity to love me. The authenticity of this love Is undeniably esteemed in her Quiet poise. My oh my oh my With a smile she utters Her name. She is dangerously Dearing, domineeringly Dressed in leather of love Insurance. The LOVE PRIESTESS she is.......

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She sits on her throne Perfectly balanced Perfectly calm She is high priestess Her destiny unknown She knows what goes up Must come down Everything you send out in life Comes back ten times fold She uses her intuition Her little voice inside It's always there guiding her Steering her path She is always looking forward Never looking back She has no magic power No silly little tricks She is...

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Mystical One. All seeing Seer. Accept this gift of fruit. To kneel at your temple. Filled with indescribable love, as your High Priestess to command. Visions flash before me. I obey your command. Contest Name: Tarot Cards No 2: The High Priestess Theresa Stephens 26/1/15...

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The High Priestess sits Tween a black and white column expression solemn For Tarot Contest...

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I am the high priestess Second only to the magician I sit between the white and black pillars Bringing them into unison I am the channel of communication Through me all things are memorized I know my cells each and all Using them all for my guise. I sit upon the white cube This is the Physical plane To follow me you must not Allow moods...

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Oh, Pythia, will I find a mate Priestess of Apollo, guide my fate Many miles I’ve traveled to beseech Only to learn the forecast you’ll preach Scholars congregate seeking answers To tear down mystical barriers Outcomes of our wars you have foretold Now it is my outlook that you hold Great Oracle of Delphi in Greece, Can you help my...

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