Midnight Mass

The spirits reflect in the pool of smoke. 

Their apparitions floating on clouds of copal.

Whispering words of futures long gone.

A night of choirs singing their swansongs in tones of tears.

Requiem of remembrance, hymns of longing. 

Yggdrasill

Under a broken bough

We hide in the shadows from the blazing sun

Lay down our swords, for the battle is done

Drink mead from a scarred metal flask

Bury our brothers in pyres of ash

A new era has begun

time to harvest our fields and rejoice

Kiss the moon as she dances across the sky

Time to return to the sacred grove of trees

Find peace on the mornings cool damp breeze 

Diana

Under a pagan moon, we harvest herbs in the garden of blood and fire.

Faeries dance in shadows of toad stools as secret rites are performed.

Withershins we dance around the cauldron drawing down the moon.

She kisses us gently and into a trance we swoon.

 

 

Circe

Your words are like a razor, dipped in honey.
At first a teasing sting, then slowly they turn into a surgical gash.
Each sentence becomes a volley from an executioners lash.
My body lays on the floor a broken, lifeless lump.
Everything you desire now dead and gone.
A few careless words in the heat of rage, kills in seconds a lifelong love.

Epitaph

 When I leave this illusion called life don't be sad, don't cry.

Look over your shoulder, I didn't Die!

I just passed through the veil.

When you need me, say my name.

You will feel my comfort through your pain.

I'm still here, right next to you!

I won't leave, until your journey is through.

Rosa Mystica

Roses bloom

Like blood from a cut

Wounded, the heart cries

For a love

Just out of reach.

Mithras

My Altar is covered in dust


Where you once placed offerings over flowing


My ears hear only silence


As you no longer speak prayers to me


When you called my name I was there


When you asked for blessings I gave them


When you needed me I was there


But now you no longer call


Have you forgotten me ?


Your enemies I deflected


When attacked


Disease I healed you


When afflicted


But now things are well


My good works are cast from your mind


Have you forgotten me ?


My child do you no longer believe in me ?


Will I become a foot note in history ?