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Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Arianrhod
O'er yonder travel fast,
seek the future;
name the past.
Dance the circle of mushrooms fair,
spend ye night in Arianrhod's glare.
In the village come quick,
grab the shovel;
grasp the pick.
Track the Fairies as they bloom,
witness the inevitable doom.
Swift now 'cross the path,
bottle the fairies;
as they laugh.
Sprinkle dust on ravens hair,
suffer under thy magics air.
Soarin' now on the wind,
grasp your feathers;
keep them pinned.
Cross the bridge into the hall,
travel along under granite wall.
Quickly now up the stairs,
gaze the maiden;
fair of all fairs.
Battle the dragon grasp thy sword,
and the wizard of un-kept word.
Wipe the smirk off thy face,
lose thy life;
with passing grace.
Watch with dulling, dieing eyes,
as thy maiden transforms, thee lies.
Fell the touch on ye brow,
hear the words;
bestowed avow.
Feel the lose of your skin,
become one thy enchantments kin.
Aye! Ye with Scottish scowl,
toss the skin;
begin the howl.
First line of the wolfen kin,
be the first created in sin.
Note- Arianrhod is irish for moon.
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