Beltane

The Queen she glows
Like embers of the Fire
May moon above alight;
The King he comes to her
Bound by the earth
To wed with her this night.

God and Goddess
Fertile and free
Twine together this Beltane
Blessed be.

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The tree, she grows
Branches out
Transforms
Uninhibited by space
Free to choose
She molds her shape
Her desire
Leaves or cones, in time
They darken and fall
But no less is she
Beautiful
Dynamic
In truth
She stands strong
Unyielding.

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She is hail and sleet
The stormy sky
She is the bitter wind
On which heartache flies
She is fire
And passion
Day turned night
And in a whisper
Sweet silence
Shattered
In the citrine moonlight
She’ll ravage your mind
Tinker with your soul
Spirited character hers
A story untold
Your Goddess
Your Muse
Enchantress is she
Without her, your life
Placid
It would be.

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