getting down to the base-roots of archetypal witchcraft with the common theme of three |
Behold, the flight of the Midnight Ravens From cardinal winds they came Earth-bound by their course Return to sacred space once again Graceful in their descent Wings outstretched with darkness laden Passing under rustic clouds Feathers turn into Midnight Maidens Entering in to the soul of the wood And performing their hidden office Five points drawn now the access To their otherworld place of promise they are the watchers they are the keepers above and below gate-seekers star divining and ball-scrying their all-seeing cats' eye spying Treading the deepest path Queens of elemental grounded ways For the know of well-worn magick Their crowns they willingly trade Rising from steaming cistern Serpents of form and apparition Twisting 'round the Ash-pole Hate, be their first commission Ornamental silvery sounds Chime from moons' high pale breast Shading them with Her milk Blessing for all Her evening circle guests they are listening and they are waiting for the powers they are creating by enchantment by lunation grooming their spells for infiltration Empress of Akasha Slowly rhyming the incantation Widdershins about Her Craftwork Quickening their plane of meditation Unfolding before the nightsky Metal Dragons from whispering mists Mighty beasts that turn the wheel Around the pentagram of the Witch Into legend and folklore Transcending tales and superstition These are the finest jewels Of all time and all tradition they are the Crones they are the Maidens Mothers with gibbous impregantions they are the Crows they are the Ravens Black Swans diving to sunset havens Seeking pathway through the Ancients Igniting embers of Old Ways Yielding to the Power Travel, into the heart of the arcane Dwelling in distant place Aloft and beyond all A fortress on the outer realm Prevailing Siren of winter call Unsiegeable hermetic rock Metallurgical hex-command High towers within towers By their strength the Wise Ones stand |