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Date Posted: 10:35:43 09/12/02 Thu
Author: [ v a l i e n t e ]
Subject: [ second star to the right, and straight on 'til morning ]

a clouded dream on an earthly night
hangs upon the crescent moon
voiceless song in an ageless night
sings of the coming dawn

birds in flight are calling there
where the heart moves the stones
there that my heart is longing for
all for the love of you

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.from the darkness, silence and parted shadows of destiny, the figure emerges, inky, collared in moonlight and tied to dawn. the pagan drums sound, slowly at first, silent and preparing for the coming of the darkness...the Beltane festival concluding with the death of life, the death of summer, the coming of the freeze and the silence of winter. certainly she is amongst the order of Avalon, a shrouded follower of the Lady of the Lake and a silent patron of the Mother Goddess. byzantine orbs, trained to discern, to follow, and to seek, fall emotionless upon those already gracing the sacred granite of the boulders, her trudging pathway stiffening as she approaches that which she does rule. the athame, burning clear and whimsical within the depths of those self-same eyes, now renders useless speech, conversations ended midsentence as the priestess takes up her heralded and ancient position, a mediary between the living world and those in attendance from the Summerlands.

vultures are paltry creatures, birds carriers of disease and destruction. fishes, and those acquatic animals are far too distant, unconnected and forgotten from the lifecycles of the surface dwellers. from the east, a chilling wind does blow, her silence thrilling to the gusts and lifting the tendrils of those who gather within the neolithic courtyard. flames rage within the cherished boundries of the north, from the south the listless melodies of the sea add to the ageless refrain. the great forest of the earth, all found within the borders of the west, bend to the greater will as the silent invocation is lead, the crimson standing before her followers the mediator of the great silence.

and it finished before it began

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[ v a l i e n t e ]
she o absolution

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