Sister Pagan
In a crown
Of sunflowers
Walk the Earth
With naked feet
Show us the way
Write your runes
Upon the sky
Invisible
Mysterious
Only visible
To those
Who would see
Teach us
Show us
Songstress
Weaver
Leader
Teacher
Sister
Friend
Maiden
Mother
Crone
Embodiment
Of all things
You personify
The seasons
Queen of Winter
Of Spring
Of Summer
Of Autumn
Sing sacred songs
Of the Old Ones
Honour them
With music
With magic
With word
And with deed
Gythia, teach us
The words
That we lost
The words
That were stolen
Taken from us
Remind us
Of who we were
Before
The world changed
Hail the Old Ones
For they are alive and well
They only thought
They killed them
We breathe life into them
When we speak their names
About the Creator
A. R. Ambrosi
I like to write, if that makes me a writer, then rock on!
I started writing as a child because I ran out of stuff to read. So, I only write stuff that I like. If you like it too, awesome! Enjoy! ^_^
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