Another Writting On The Wall

[Dark Overlord Of Evilness]

Alright boils and ghouls, as I once promised, here is a blast from my past. More of my lost and much unsought after poetry. I am not sure if I am going to copy and paste all the other ones I retyped on my laptop, but if you are interested in more of my poetic styling you can go to my myspace. http://www.myspace.com/arkadytsepesh You will however have to friend request me first as ALL of my blogs are ither friends only or preferred listers (which means me).

Magick is slowly

I walk through the sacred grove

I walk with those who walk behind the rose

Spirits they just might be

But most call them a tree

Seems as though magick is lost

No one sees that it comes at a cost

So I walk this sacred grove

I hope that I might happen upon a mole

So that I might stop to talk

About what is going on with the rock

Then on to the lake

To speak with the lady and her drake

But now this has all faded

It has all been sadly traded

A new world has come to over take

All have forgotten the Lady of the Lake

So magick is slowly lost

No one knowing the terrible cost.

[GothicRavenGoddess (3)]

very "Mists of Avalon"

(which is my favorite version/book, BTW)

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