The religion of poetry
\nMetaphors they
\nCannot be told in the
\nLight of the day
\nThe height of persuasion
\nAnd great harmony
\nWas the crafte of those souls
\nWho were born and were free<\/p>\n
THe greatest spell weaver
\nEnchantress of old
\nOur lady of darkness
\nWhere poets have rolled
\nTheir eyes knowing only
\nWhat The goddess has done
\nWith an air of enlightenment
\nEqual to none<\/p>\n
The womb of the goddess
\nThe sheath for the blade
\nThats patriarchy
\nTheir stock in trade
\nAkin to the animals
\nAnd the strongest male
\nWho claims his harem
\nAnd then hits the trail<\/p>\n
The need always there
\nFor the wisdom of soul
\nThat lack of emotion
\nBound up in control
\nthus a path to beyond
\nThe Magickal sphere
\nIn a cool darkly space
\nNot far from here
\nWhere The palest of face
\nat her window maybe
\nWith The moon in her sight
\nBreathing softly<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The religion of poetry Metaphors they Cannot be told in the Light of the day The height of persuasion And great harmony Was the crafte of those souls Who were born and were free THe greatest spell weaver Enchantress of … Continue reading