(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 Asher**
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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