Witch Berry Glide
Written May 17th, 2006
Belladonna speak to me in the twilight of the morn
of love gone and life forgot as I strain to face the dawn
My eyes caress your petals knowing answers lie within
I partake of your essence taking flight upon the wind
Warriors whisper so softly taunting echoes, once lost
Shall it be your will's whim, quicken or cease my heart
Belladonna speak to me in the twilight of the morn
and there I make my vow with Hecate once more
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a good poem i like the warrior with the whispering, and that word - shall - i was once told it is an archaic word, but i use that in my daily speech all the time.
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