Hand in hand, fingers entwined
Welcome to the Worlde of a Fated Fey, one who walks the Shadows between the OtherSide and this Dreamland. This is the Book of Shadows of a hereditary and self-taught Magickal Woman; a Dreamer who possesseth the lineage of Fae, Wytch and Starr Blood. Interwoven together to make an ecclectic source of Magick and Chaos. To walk between the Worldes of the Starrs, the Hidden Realms, the Spirit Worlde and to also Live a human life...
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
The cold, cold hand of Lady Death
Beckoning from beneath her spectre dress
Fingers like bone, skin cold as stone
Knock, knock... twice if you hear
Upon thy door that keepes our Dreams from wake
But dear one, if she doth knock thrice
Another must cross to the Other-Side
Through the Veils , the door opens Beyond
With the cold, cold hand of Lady Death.
Jewelled rings glitter, nestled amongst her chattering bones
Bean Sidhe, her breath doth call with a deathly moan
Hallowed be thy crossing Beyond.
Hark, dear one... theyr is another knock at the door
It is Life, her warm hand grasps Death’s in hers
Fingernails no longer a blood, blood red
Warm once again
Life arisen from Dead
Across the threshold to begin once more
The journey, the adventure within
Another chance to Experience
The Beauty and Wonders they have called Life.