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.