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'
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