The madness of Lord Byron...

haunted Dreams of being Annesley.

This is the story to end the Haunting

Visions in my head and voices from the Dead

A long time they have been waiting

along the course of the ebb and flow of Time

that goes Forever by.

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

Anticipating....

For the one who completes the Circle.

            The Dream was the poem, the verbatim that has made family hystory and generational haunting true, for me anyhow.  The realisation of how one's Dreams, one's ancestory, one's Blood can be tied to the realm of public display and hystory.  Teetering on the brink of the madness of Byron and his love for a Lady who's blood runs with a touch of my own, my own veins thrive with the words wanting to be brought to Life.  Poetic passion and a mind not unlike Byron's.  Is that why they touch upon me, the spirits of an uneasy rest? The fact that I can See and hear the wordes, as like Mary Chaworth, I too am also touched with the Sight. Byron was madly, and once unrequitedly in Love with she who's mother shared my own name.  At some stage, our three Bloods doth intermingle. 

            They will not rest 'til theyr tale is told and finished.  As Lord Byron in death and once in Life, his very selfe has to express the poetry of his Heart and let all and sundry know his Love is now complete.

...And out of Madness and Eternal Loneliness you call Life

And from the Foreverness and Freedom you call death

It is Greater than that which you call Life

It is Love...

Love is my Reward, which is my Magickal Birth Right...

The Dream...

Written by Lord Byron, at the Hills of  Annesley; the ancestral home of my family.

It is very important to me this beautiful poem, not just because of where it was given creative life, but because it was written about one of my ancestresses, Mary Chaworth the True Love of Lord Byron.  It explains of her demise within the apparent throes of madness of having the Sight, and being fey; hopefully not for me, but I am ever aware of the risks of the Other Worlde.  After her lonely death in Annesley Hall, Lord Byron finally truly learns the Secrets of Annesley Magick.. It is said it was written about my relation long ago, but as it is called The Dream, what if it was about a future Dream... of Me?

Verse VII 

… but the look

Which is not of the Earth; She was become

The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts

were combinations of disjointed things:

And forms impalpable and unpercieved

of other's sight familiar to hers...

Verse VIII

… and made him friends of the mountains; with the stars

And the quick spirit of the Universe

He held his dialogues; and they did teach

to him the magic of the mysteries:

To him he book of Night was opened wide,

and voices from the deep abyss revealed

A marvel and a secret- Be It So.