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I am unconcious and I am falling fast and hard, I feel something stab me it feels like a shard,
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It is dark, powerful but graceful at the most I also see people more of their ghost
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Tighten the noose tighter If that shall be thy will
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I try to block them out, They find me and they know what I'm about,
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Sticks like cardboard in her mouth,
Lips glued tight,
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A very serious look at the industry of Witchcraft
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"She floats! She floats!"
Yes, she did indeed
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picture inspiration by Frodofan. Without whom countless hours would not have been put into art, and this poem left uninspired.
take wh
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The mist tumbled down the grassy hillsides
Following the river as it winds on its way
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When she is all alone
Her absent lover abscent
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Nightly I dream neath the full moon
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And I within my circle traced
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She speaks to her friends of Lust and Taboo ideas,
The drink of blood soon makes them realise their fears.
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I came upon a mysterious land / Where magic was not used. / It was Illegal to wave a wand / And even speak of It In one's muse. / The gover
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Blessed be, my dear sisters
by Sokarjo
44 lines, 11 comments,
on Jun 30 8:35 PM 2007. In Witchcraft, Witches, Contemporary, Hope, Life, Nature, Other, Society, Thoughts
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Tears of blood have stained her cheeks
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By the lumnious Moon / I use her as a guide / To the others like me. / All of us together / Hooded in black cloth / Rounded like a circle. / We start our chants / Giving offerings to
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One rhythm beats true On this beautiful night,
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I still feel them close by,
For each time my heart beats,
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Blessed be to all like us. Blessed Be.
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The Night Of The Dark Initiate
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Sense the old one, O Horned God.
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Dance the maypole like tale do tell Dance the maypole, bind it well.
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E equals mc squared, but where is the change?
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I will forever watch down on you, Look up if you wish.
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Opened circle doorway to here.
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Let your witchery save your life,
as it has done with many times of strife.
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A harmonic symphany of magic power,
cultivated our love like a flower.
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Glaring sun light and a cooling breeze
As you sit beneath the refuge of our Sakura tree.
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Merry Meey and Merry Part,
listen, work and pracitce the art.
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You sit in the circle, worshipping like duty
The Goddess of Harvest, in all her dead morbid beauty.
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Yet Another Witch To Burn
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