touching mystery! eternal misery!
Doom gloom walks over eleven seas!
but worship constrained developing
to the lost Crevice; closer to penmanship
Orders Bards, Ovates and Seers
Eternal magic coming fear
Let go, move on, play a new song
This bard is now right all along
O thyne sting haunts thy petty slav
as many prevail comes through the grey
O Awen, cauldron spoken of Art!
Various soul’s compartment!
In the eternal Temple of Hecate!
Wolves on the run
Romulus and Remus
Tight to the formation
Stalking the prey’s destination
denying the light
for prevailing dark ample pathways of night!
for the moon reflects night in all ways
as so such each howl reflect the play!
for doe’s run frantically around
as the wolves on the hunt sail sound
smell the wind! Intuitive fires!
burning desires! Words enliven stores!
Death to the knowledge quires
of quivers shooting arrow quiet
burning all the night! burning the Witches might!
Wake up night! For death is here!
Midnight Noon of eternal mysteries fear
I hold the passage to realms under and over
I can take you through the smolder
down to the centre
Where Zion melts the mentor
start the pyrites!
Start the choirs!
Weight a duck and hope for no fires
as burnt where many sent above!
olden days, forgotten systems
creatures luring examples picture
like daffodils that sway one season
for the change of Four is mentalities reason
this things I paint is not of today
but if you feel it
Picture in the mind of Avalon’s sire
where queers held various plots required
to sail from the Island! Hold of the Roman’s
for in that realm, before the Titan’s held them
it was like a play of old songs
witches dancing everlong
petty sight upon the long
things that sing through this oracle
Soldiers, mark the ranks
take down the soldiers on the bank
O yes, the power of suchness has arisen
convert my spell into higher designs!
fire and magic, blink and cast
feral stabs of shields tass
now back forward, pikes to the mass!
let them take it further to outlast
For the arrows hit to station
conversations of death
but many tarries took a way
the play, but as all held strong
the wrong was not put to prolong
the swords clash!
The tang of the ring
brings arising fear
like the death of the various steers
that took file from the weirs
so what I say!
Preach the way of the olden days
train the mind to be swayed
not to confused arrays
but displays of buds in May
The death of the ranks of men
Where the Franks of French’s plan
They held back Edward
They took with them the scouts
and ranked the plan from the mouths
of ancient witches
two to be precise
holding the lines with wind and ice
for in that realm
magic twas ready to splice
soul’s of ancient mystery miseries
common like the plant of destiny
for if one opens the books and denies freedom
then one banks on the open compound
pulling down, of the cyclone hurls
trying to purge the elements curl
but snakes and dragons
wise and old
red and white
terrible in fright
like the sight of death walking close
mouth open, like close night baits
so what we know is the best
is like a test for the foolish
but fools are wise
so they don’t demise
they craft plots in the higher realities
planes and cranes
lanes and pains
beams and teams
creams and seams
leaves and trees
bees that buzz
strum the love
for pollination is
honey’s soma’s dove
finally, i spit it real
like a Wizard bard I feel
but Whiches requires Seers
to be part of them
what do I say
soul contract in a way
play around in the fire for a bit
for who would live in a deathless pit