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Sorceress

Sorceress with long blond hair,
Deep in thought so solitaire.
Greenish eyes hunt through each line,
Within each word there is a sign.

The table’s filled with ancient verse,
And each line she does rehearse.
She sees patterns in her mind,
Weaving them to her design.

She dons a gown of white and gold,
Silver rounds her waist, three-fold.
Lengths of velvet hug the floor,
She slowly walks to the door.

A quiet breeze gently blows,
Scents of magnolias fill her nose.
She moves across the soft sandstone,
She’s in control, and all alone.

An ancient altar lies nearby,
Goes by the name of “witches Eye”.
She grounds herself and says the words,
A burst of wind blows out northwards.

Round and round it starts it’s spin,
Now the magick will begin.
Resonating words call out,
Energy is all about.

The intensity now starts to build,
It’s purity has been distilled,
Perfecting, evolving, and maturing,
All within her willful stirring.

She feels it build, her hair’s on end,
Toward the north her arms extend.
All the power built up inside,
A quick release is now applied.

She turns around breaths in the air,
She smells magnolias everywhere.
A gentle breeze blows through the hair,
Of this sorceress, wise and fair.