Across the ancient sea, beyond mist shrouded shore
In the time of fey, the time of spoken lore
When magic ruled in woodlands, and demons ruled in night,
When lines where blurred in shadow, lines of wrong and right.
When danced the women of moonlight, Wiccans they were named,
For all the land rejoiced when wiccan songs they sang,
which turned the harvest golden, and cleared the water pure,
or closed the evil eyes, performed the minor cure.
When marched the men of forest, Druids as they're known,
Hiding secret knowledge, or casting as a stone.
Protecting land and lore from tyrants known as kings,
imprisoning the darkness, barring evil things.
In this age of miracle, beauty in all things
I wish I had resided, perhaps with fairy wings,
I would have loved to sing, the songs of ancient tongue,
to hear the words unspoken which time alone had begun.
But now I sit here wishing, from the age of now,
to go back in legend, if only I knew how.
Then as if by magic, my eyes opened to look,
there is a way, one only has to open up a book.
Author notes
Written September 7th, 2006
A contest entry
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Beautifully written, and so very true. As a Druid's daughter with Wiccan beliefs of my own, your work strikes quite a chord. Were that such a world was still for all to enjoy.
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Wow dude, I really like it, such a lovely story-like poem, sometimes I feel the same (time may have made me soft with luxury but what a small price to pay that would be)
Really great, I wish you'd post more writing
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Oh wow. I love this, a lot. I don't read many poems about wicca, or anything "magickal" for that matter. The rhyme helped make this flow very well, and (with your permission of course) would like to place this on my Ap page (with credit to you) unless you would like to accept a challenge?
[I'd give the little clappy men, but I have no mor epoints to give out, so I will come back tomorrow and give them as I believe they should be awarded here.]
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this was a good old world loric feel.. I can picture the whole thing being on a rolled up scroll to be read in a great hall...
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Splendiferous
This poem puts most poets to shame. -
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Thank you sooo much for the kind words
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