the god-fearing men who wish to tie us to stakes sew lions on their standards to give them courage play at soldier like little boys carrying pointy sticks and bibles in their self-righteous hands hypocrites who lust for the maiden revere the mother deathly fear the crone we are all faces of the triple goddess … Continue reading Witch – Christine E. Ray
where the mountain meets the moon I shall stand arms raised in supplication naked face lifted high to be washed pure by her silver glow light shall fill me radiate out from my deepest core I will love and be beloved embrace peace and let it spill from my soul welcome myself joyously without judgment … Continue reading Where the Mountain Meets the Moon
the god-fearing men who wish to tie us to stakes sew lions on their standards to give them courage play at soldier like little boys carrying pointy sticks and bibles in their self-righteous hands hypocrites who lust for the maiden revere the mother deathly fear the crone we are all faces of the triple goddess … Continue reading Witch
She is the humble handmaiden of the goddess of the moon Luna She who bathes the night and all that dwell in the darkness in her silver-white radiance which eats the deepest slithering dark that brings heart-thudding wake-up-in-an-icy-sweat nightmares and mortal peril to her beloved children Her acolyte who might have had another name once now long … Continue reading Harvest of Stars
She is the humble handmaiden of Luna goddess of the moon Luna She who bathes the night and all that dwell in the darkness in her silver-white radiance which eats the deepest slithering dark that brings heart-thudding wake-up-in-an-icy-sweat nightmares and mortal peril to her beloved children Her acolyte who might have had another name once now long … Continue reading Harvest of Stars
Brave & Reckless 