Channelling King Arthur

  

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(A regal voice whispers)  

Oh Here  

She Comes

Oh Here  

She Comes

Oh Blessed Be  

Oh Blessed be

Tonight the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all

Who wish to follow her

To her Faeryland

Ashera

The Goddess

At this dire hour

Comes forth

And rides in front  

For all the anointed

To see Her

Gowned from head to toe

In a golden and green  

Priceless steel armour

A true beauty of so  

much Love and Light

With such beautiful brown opal eyes

Which glow

Like hidden fires

Once lit  

In secret woodland groves

Who no one  

Only the good

Dare to follow

For they know  

Instinctively

The secret way

To the  

Magical Doorway

In the Sacred Oak

So if you see or feel a gust of musty wind

Or smell a divine scent

That all your five senses are invoked

And conquered with such an exotic abundance

Of wild divine energy

For that's her biomarker

When she chooses to appear to the young

The old and elderly

Who may be in jeopardy

For she's Heaven sent

And hear the sound of her approaching steed's

Golden bells  

That ring

Which hang on the necks on their black leather harnesses

So they can joyously  

In unison

Rhythmically sing

It might be best to lay in the wide shades

Of your woodland hides

If you're tainted with sin

Way  

Way

In the deep green green grass

And you she will pass

Or you could follow  

Like a true believer of Apollo

As she rides

While above you

Skies above your New Age

Gradually gets darker

With the cries for war  

Created worldwide famine

And soon-to-be global financial horror and ruin

Back to her Blessed Hollow

Beyond the Magical Doorway

To the Hidden Realm

Where I too reside

In Sweet Lands  

Of The Great Sacred Oak

For her and her many  

Fairy Folk

Tonight  

They raid

For here will soon come  

The Wild Riders

From across The Shee

Smiling gleefully  

Totally unafraid

So tonight  

This incantation

Whisper by I

Once known as  

King Arthur

The First Knight

Of the Secret Guild

Of The Half-Light

Commands you all  

To light

All the yellow hay-like beacons

Within your inquisitive minds

To create your own versions

Of my once treasured  

Bridles Way

In England

To guide the Named Few

Maybe even you

To cross the Fairy folk's Fells

So in this year  

Reeking of fear

The wildfires of Fertility and Motherhood

Can continue to burn within you

Without shedding a tear

So the seductive Myloto Dance

Can once more truly  

Come alive

So many can dance  

Play  

Lay

Pray or sing

With the new freedom, they've never felt before

The Dawn cockerel screams

To break her hypnotic enchanting spell

As the rising morning  

Sun

Once more  

Announces

It's  

Closing that magical paranormal portal

Back to her Sacred Hollow

For the brave few  

That queued in procession

The whole night through

When they found the courage and followed

So her golden precious bells

To them

Could sing  

Forever

A proclamation to defeat all known deep depressions

For they like me  

And many others

Will soon be annotated

To be reborn  

Immortal

To live in happiness

With our beloved  Ashera

A beautiful goddess of Heaven

Just not known to many

Still living mortals

Still living mortals

Who'll never find the way 

Or the Keys of Courage

To crossover 

By using her secret magical 

 

Paranormal  

Portal

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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