Ancient Ritual
Soft she spoke and power grew to fill the glen and all who were there.
Life streamed into us all, and we knew the quickening of life to her.
Streams of lights flowed to her from around her in the growing night.
She pulsed with power and glowed with a star’s own light, a cold fire.
It was then she moved into the ancient steps and danced under stars of night. Her power flowed out to each and all and we danced with her in passions grip.
Faster we swung around the glen to music only we could hear and deep the change began.
Swifter now the movements came and swifter still our inner fire flared into the night. Soft the love, and hot the touch, and sweet the moments as life infused us with her.
These three stanzas selected from the poem Ancient Ritual
Author, WayzataJohnn
The Power of Glen Gaul Way
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She knew of the power in the glen,
the magic rituals held way back when,
under a carpet of stars at night
the wizard of the glen held tight
the orb of power o'er his head
and mumbled words of chanting said,
she be the Queen of Glen Gaul Way
from this day on to forever stay
her heart be pure, her love be steadfast
no other bother wink his eye
she's the heart of the Dragonfly.
She cannot see, but only one.
This was the spell he cast on her
blinded to the outer world.
Glen Gaul Way, her kingdom come
filled with treasures bequeathed to her
by the Ancient Ritual held
long before she was the quick
She'll rule alone 'twas said of her
if the fortune goes that way
she holds her power to this day.
The spell was cast, she fell asleep
no creeping heard around her feet
the silence fell upon the land
the mist held thick to cover the ivied walls
no one knew of the land at all.
Ice descended on the land a crystal palace
in a crystal land,
the roses turned to ice that day
the Dragonfly went away.
His warmth no longer felt
the castle cold and rent
slowly the spell held all there
frozen to the task held at hand
each grotesque position a comedic scene
cooks plucking a chickens for the grand hall meal
the baker bending to load the oven with loaves of bread
comic sconces frozen in time and space.
The stables lay in stillness
no whinnies, brays, or clucking from the foul
the old crones tongues not clicking
frozen to their palate. The gossip silenced
for a time, their cursing frozen in the air.
The Fairy Mother Spirit
The Spirit of the Fairy Air looked on in dismay
the Queen of Glen Gaul Way in a trance
her power held in rein, by evil deeds a spell cast on ominous winds from the Castle of the Wren.
The jealous lover of the Dragonfly.
Passion on her blue black lips
desire swinging from her full hips
venom dripping from her eyes
for she despised all good in the Queen of Glen Gaul Way.
The Fairy Mother Spirit heard the grief on the land.
She moved around to witness the stillness of the glen
a worried look crossed her brow,
her saddened heart weeping now.
The Wren whose evil heart hated all that is good and light,
works her evil by the night
Jaded in her lust of him the Dragonfly left the land
his Queen of Glen Gaul Way the Grand.
He'd bid his time in another land.
searching for the answers to the hex placed upon
her graciousness, his Queen, his love, his other hand.
Magic Merlin an old friend helped
Spirit Mother to bring to an end the spell put upon the land of Glen Gaul Way.
Whispering words to the winds Spirit Mother flew again.
Over the frozen lands she soared>
In the forests in the glens her butterfly dust filtered down,
thawing all the castle grounds.
In the forest lay a waif child sound asleep.
Fairy Mother Spirit gathered up this little waif
brought him to the garden gate,
she told the awakened keeper
to take this child to the Queen.
The Queen awoke to find this waif child in chambers dark
she held her breathe and did impart a sigh that would be heard
around the castle grounds for years.
For in the child she had found the Dragonfly unbound and free to ride with her along his side.
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