Sorceress with long blond hair,
\nDeep in thought so solitaire.
\nGreenish eyes hunt through each line,
\nWithin each word there is a sign.<\/p>\n
The table’s filled with ancient verse,
\nAnd each line she does rehearse.
\nShe sees patterns in her mind,
\nWeaving them to her design.<\/p>\n
She dons a gown of white and gold,
\nSilver rounds her waist, three-fold.
\nLengths of velvet hug the floor,
\nShe slowly walks to the door.<\/p>\n
A quiet breeze gently blows,
\nScents of magnolias fill her nose.
\nShe moves across the soft sandstone,
\nShe’s in control, and all alone.<\/p>\n
An ancient altar lies nearby,
\nGoes by the name of “witches Eye”.
\nShe grounds herself and says the words,
\nA burst of wind blows out northwards.<\/p>\n
Round and round it starts it’s spin,
\nNow the magick will begin.
\nResonating words call out,
\nEnergy is all about.<\/p>\n
The intensity now starts to build,
\nIt’s purity has been distilled,
\nPerfecting, evolving, and maturing,
\nAll within her willful stirring.<\/p>\n
She feels it build, her hair’s on end,
\nToward the north her arms extend.
\nAll the power built up inside,
\nA quick release is now applied.<\/p>\n
She turns around breaths in the air,
\nShe smells magnolias everywhere.
\nA gentle breeze blows through the hair,
\nOf this sorceress, wise and fair.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":148,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5414","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5414","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/148"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5414"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5414\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5414"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5414"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5414"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}