Saturday, May 11, 2013

Pentacle Princess.


   Pentacle Princess.




Five star she gives service,
Not to what you'd believe,
Here on barren landscape,
On this solstice summer eve.
Keeper of a sacred code,
Known only to Druid tribes,
Clothed only in pale moonlight,
From the life force she imbibes.




Flame red bangs drizzle down,
Coveting the glory I can see,
Mouths on fire intoxicating desire,
Is driving passion into me.
Beneath heaven her soul dances,
To rhythms of her sorcery,
Gliding into depths of pagan space,
Her force comes over me.






                   'M'