Walker

he has his stick
ready, two, three, flick
down, down they go
before the walker
I see him coming
soon now, soon
old man Azrael
comes to take his due
we had a good run
before the yellow sun
the child and animal
hand in hand
couldn't have had more love
if they had it planned

-o0o-

A Washing Spell

Let the darkness go.
Put it down.
Don’t let make a peep.
Don’t let it make a sound.
Put the darkness on the ground.
Put the darkness on the ground.
Unwork each tendril one by one,
strand by strand,
where it sticks in your eye,
your heart, your mind, your hand.
Count to ten.
Clap twice.
Turn yourself around.
Put the darkness on the ground.
Put the darkness on the ground.
Pull your friends in close.
Make a cup of tea.
Stir it seven times around.
Put the darkness on the ground.
Put the darkness on the ground.
Pull your friends in close.
Make a cup of tea.
Repeat to the sky,
This is not of me.
This is not of me.

Put the darkness on the ground.
Put the darkness on the ground.

-o0o-

She of the Winter Sun

The spirit of the Winter sun,
is sitting on my back door.
She’s singing in a language,
I thought only I could speak.
She told me things I never knew before:
things about me and you,
things about you,
things about you...
For a moment I thought I could peek into her mind,
seek out the little things we left behind,
but she smiled and stepped lightly from off my back door,
her feet landing nimbly on the terra cotta floor,
kissed me so gently,
like a memory of you,
like a memory of you...
I gave her a twig of dandelion,
a handful of crushed nutmeg,
and off she flew,
Back into the winter sky,
singing of you,
singing of you...

-o0o-

The Song of Khyre

In the undying lands is a city so bright,

that the grass and the trees shine with radiant light,

and the sun and the stars bow down at her grace,

and the will of the Goddess watches over that place.

At the peak of the Mount Khyre where all life was born,

is the will of the Lady, the Queen of the Dawn.

When the world is besieged by the Osphur's disgrace,

the will of the Goddess watches over that place.

At the throne of the All-Mother light is reclaimed,

evil is cleansed and terror unnamed.

Where the heavens and earth share one time and space,

the will of the Goddess watches over that place.

-o0o-