The Most Lovely One

Goddess of magic
Ore head the moon in rhyme
Will you tell me of our yester years
The keys to heaven
The later world
Our world beside.

Dark mother
What is it you whisper
Upon flocks
Where sailors cry

For the weeping willow has lost her leaves & the owl I cannot see.

Where all thoughts do creep
The crossroads no longer within my keep
Torch bearing, my own is dismayed.

Beautiful lady -
Will you forsake your daughter's trembling
& ever fragile hands?

Dew stained we are the lily.
Forgotten we are the rose.

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