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...

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Prying Eyes and the Changeling... }i{

Theyr was a time once before, forever ago it now seems
I knew my life, I knew my dreams
Alas, the forbidding of understanding and realisations
Now is the life I lead
Why this is so, this deepened yearning to know
I ponder the thought, overwrought and underwhelmed
Visions of heaven and alone in hell
How can this be, this is new to me
How can this be so, I no longer know
The mysterios path that befell me
Perhaps my head is no longer theyr
My heart doth no longer care
Nevermore, evermore and forevermore
Three terms and wordes that mean so much
My broken, and cracked heart hath become my binding crutch
A day with mirth, a night with joy
Realms of ancientness and times devoid
Songlines are the leylines of an ancient craft
The earth is hard, the sea it drowns and the sky thunders 
This raging storm I have become
Twas a thing I could not of perceived
What I knew, was no longer for me
So much hate and anger thrown at me
Gentleness of spirit I feel is not for me
Although this is something I do try
The battle for my heart and soul, my life and my fate
Thrust into a shameful display, unfortunately for me
Something I never, ever did foresee
This life, this fate is not yours, but another's destiny
But for me tis my very own curvature of learning
Of a journey undertaken, my spiritual path 
One where everybody fights against me
Them who once loved me now say they never knew me
Turns a gentle thought into a wounded cry
How loneliness and strangeness overcomes me
I know the ancientness was me all along
That must master this slighted discretion
To keep my very selfe on track
It is my heart that must nevermore look back
As much as my mind tries 
For the past is to stay the past
If one wishes to carry on theyr very own way
Sometimes I do wish I am that perfectly bright day
And not a blackened, hardened heart that became this way
Tis my songline, this parable poetic life
Something had snapped within this broken chest
Looking for life, I tripped and fell much into this newel bequest
My heart has treasoned me, this I know
For tis my mind that says this is the reason, and all good will follow
Such a battle writhes inside for heaven and hell, to feel depth
I never thought my pagan heart would be bothered by this heaven and hell
I cannot deny, this cries with an unbidden and lonely sigh 
That came from nowhere, and now remains
Once I knew, now I can only wonder 
Why curiosities consume me
Burning morrows and starry nighs.
















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