Freya

Great Queen
Lady of Sky
You have been betrayed
From the moment you became locked in myth written
Created by hands of a slave
The imagery of you is blasphemy
From abrahamic romanticism a century past
To modern hypocrisy of those who look to you
Yet they would be terrified to walk your true path
You, great queen
A lady from distant isles
Recorded under lands across the sea
You are more than they say
You are enlightenment in female one
Warriors bound to your will
Magic yours to command
Beauty and fertility bestowed upon the land
Only the hanged one to match you
You are an eminence from the time you ruled
Yet your myth recorded is under pretense and agenda
How dare a woman be such amongst slaves
Yet deep in the past things were much differently
Your name is beyond what they say
The crow who flies
The magic that causes battle to sway
The fierce eyed and lovely hipped
Desire for such is every mans back felt whip
To invoke you is to bring about One
Your path is the moon and sun
Poetic Frenzy in one culture
Is the pair if the unknowing care
Do not be enslaved by one mans texts
A blessing yet a curse it is
He was under the enslaved hex
True words are read twice as long
First understand the long dead heart song
Looking upon your broken image
Is a modern mirage
They must see your rightful place
Believing you are bound to one time and culture
What a disgrace
Trickled to a time of matrilineal society
That was the way of many a land
The modern mind of both sexes can not understand
I final name upon you placed
The Great Lady they called you
Your last written place
Yet today we have awoken
From the slavery of man broken
A thousand years of terror
Perhaps we will see their error
Mighty Queen
Goddess of War
Sorceress Supreme
Fertility in abundance
Beauty none could imagine gleamed
Enlightenment and Oneness your path
Call the warriors back torward
Pledged we are to move forward

The Shadowed

 

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Shadowed ones

Wielders of magic

Warriors fierce

Crow faced

Priestesses of the war goddess

Frenzied women garbed in black

Torch wielders with wild hair

Choosers of slain men

Givers of battle blessing

Hex bound upon enemy

Martial masters

Wardens of the esoteric

Keepers of the secret War Arts

Teachers of heroes

Raven masked

Sisterhood of shadows

The Baying

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Far in the distance
Deep in the forest
I hear their baying
I hear the horns blow
The Tempest stirs
The leaves slowly fall
Soon the forest will be fire
Shadow will blanket the land
The Huntsman opens his eye
Change is upon us
It will not come forth
One must seek it
One must take it
At the point of a spear
The horns blow in the distance
The hounds bay
The Hunt comes upon us
With anticipation my soul waits
With longing my heart hungers
Each day
The horns grow louder
The hounds come closer
I ready my spirit
To join the wild chase
With patience
I await The Wild Hunt

The Spear

The spear is my only truth
For the point leads the way
The way leads to emptiness
Emptiness contains the spirit
Spirit is my only truth
With all human history erased
No knowledge of self within society
No culture to know of
No infant religion to speak of
For religion is culture worshipping itself
That is truth
To become the earth
The universe to become you
I know no incantation
No special words
No ritual movements
No man made altar
No recorded season
No special date
No gods
No goddesses
I have no name
I know only natural breath
I know spirits
I know the Spirit
Form leads to formlessness
Empty space contains victory
Before a touch is laid
Oh, that touch
To touch and be untouchable
That is the way of the spear
The elements of earth along my spine
The elements in my hand
The sight in my eye
Understanding upon my head
To touch and be untouchable
That is the way of the spear
The silent web of magic unseen
The density of air that makes him hesitate
The hesitation that brings defeat
To touch and be untouchable
To cut and be uncuttable
To pierce and be unpierceable
To be nothing and everything
The spear has brought my only truth

When Witches Fly

WitchesEye

Fly ever high
Fly the moonlit sky
Free from chains
Seeking destination from spell
Herbs of this
Plants of that
To create magic
Magic so deep deeply felt
Datura and bane of hen
Belladonna and mandrake
Your legs will quiver and shake
Hemlock and glove of fox
This leads to death if you ingest
Carefully delight or plight
Mugwort, sage of clary and wormwood
Leading to pleasure few understood
Balm of gilead and calamus root
Yarrow and tansy
Bound in fat, rubbed upon you tenderly
Were lust and life is held
Were flowers bloom
Flight will come quickly
Take up the herb lathered broom
Bane of wolf and ditanny of crete
Always remember, the unguent you do not eat
Opium poppy and cannabis flower
Now we fly high, so high with power
Perhaps some ale or mead
To fly forth and break slavery
Perhaps some ergot of rye
Know the correct measures of all
Rub the magic between female thigh
Fly agaric for those who have opened the eye
The sight thus given to fly so high
Sacred space in a place alone
Or all will hear you moan and moan
Freedom found
Ecstasy unbound
Goddess of life
Let your rushing river freely release
Ride upon anointed broom
Fly without fear
Feel the blossoming flower
Feel the witches power
The power of freedom
The freedom of self
The spirit it flies
High upon night sky
Lead by the witches Eye
Soft sweet laughter
Explosion of pleasure
Fly in the ether
Darling come hither
We will fly together
As no broom could create
Apply potion
Feel the motion
Fly ever high and free

Land Of The Fey

Traveller of realms
Come follow this way
Around our domain
We show you
There are many halls in this land
Many troupes and many bands
Rolling hills and glowing meadows
Trees of old and sacred groves
Here we dance here we feast
In all directions:
North, west, south, and east
The spirits of the dead roam round
Free from chains
Spirits no longer bound
Follow the orbs that lead the way
In this land we ever play
Paths of light that turn to shadow
Paths of shadow that lead to light
Taking the pure were they wish to be
And leading the corrupt ever astray
We change our shape to what we wish
In this land we have many gifts
They have given us many names
Yet all names are one and the same
For humans love over arrangement
To save themselves from derangement
Things are so simple
If only they knew
Strip away what is not needed
Overcomplicated and thoughts mistreated
The fair forest halls travel as free
You will always be welcome
Always find good company
A dance a song
A plate a drink
A warm welcome
A fair embrace
Though I give a wise warning
Know manner of guest
And manner of host
We have our ways here
Be polite if you wish care
Capriciousness roused if you dare
The lakes are warm
The rivers run free
The fish swim in wealth
Take as you wish freely
The plants ever bloom
And taste ever sweet
The deer may be taken
If taken respectfully
The mountainous halls
Forested path dark and deep
Were crows they screech
And wolves do speak
Sky red and sky gold
Tread not that path lightly
That is the hall of the old
Were the warriors feast
Shifters of shape, eyes of a beast
Protectors and champions
Chosen for deed
Leave them to their ways
Understand you will not
Unpredictable and dangerous
You are not of their lot
Follow this way
Our lands are eternally young
Our sun is bright
Our moon is sung
Your heart will choose
What your eyes will see
The cycle of life
Shown eternally
It is like this and like that
Like spokes on the wheel
Spirits of old and some spirits of new
Few have come lately
We welcome you

Isobel The Fair

Isobel, fair Isobel, my poor dear fair Isobel
The time you lived in was their make believe hell
A prisoner in an age of despair
Beauty was yours with long crimson hair
Creative mind with spirit so free
Body chained to a time, chained to tyranny
Forced husband a bore, strictly and lame
You desired more and joined the witches’ game
You can not be blamed for breaking the cage
I could never imagine living in that dark deathly age
Laws built of brimstone, fire and terror
Men living this way was the greatest of error
Run Isobel run, run far away
Come to the forest, join us in the witches’ way
They blame you for passion of artist disguised
Run far away, away from cursed eyes
They blame your frolic and your care free play
Let the tyrants be tyrants, come join the witches’ way
They blame you for wanting and for your natural lust
An enslaved beautiful woman, they held themselves in disgust
If you lived today, you would have the freedom of way
A painter a poet, a witch who loves play
I mourn your lovely spirit, heart broken, a slave
If you had rights, what might you have gave
They twisted your words and cursed you in book
Did you escape the fools wrath with your bewitching look
Run Isobel run, fly far far away
Fly to us this day, to join in the witches’ play