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[aid] => mick
[title] => Beltane Rite
[time] => 2007-04-26 11:41:32
[hometext] => This was inspired by the book Mists of Avalon. It is NOT referring to the devil.
[bodytext] => A magickal day, a magickal night The Hornèd God comes to me crowned with light The handprints in stag-blood on his chest Signifies his place above the best His body scent is that of earth Of leaves on trees, of grass and dirt Never do I call him by name Lest I be cursed by him when he came No, just “Lord” or “the God” will do Say I, “I bow in awe and reverence to you.” Still, he is but one half of the wheel I present the other half which is just as real I am the Goddess to his God I am the ground which you have trod The Rite is performed, the deed is done If there were others, I noticed none None but us in that darkling cave Regardless of whatever they gave To make this happen as it should And pile up the Beltane wood To make a fire burning bright In the forest, in the night I lie in wait for the Hornèd One To be blessed by him in the dying sun Nighttime now, I know who I’m not I am not me, I’m the Goddess of you lot The lot of you and your kith and kin And now I know the Hornèd God comes in Beside me he’ll lay, beside me he’ll cry “I’m the King Stag, the King Stag must die!” But after all is said and done I’ll be a mere mortal in the rising sun He, too, a mere man of flesh Therein our fates may or may not mesh But I as the Lady, and he as the Lord Together we will strike a heavenly chord Passion is nigh, and we, the hosts Of the God’s and Goddess’s ghosts, Will do the Rite worthy of praise And after, to long hold the gaze Of the ones who left us here after the kill Blinded by love of earth and sky, still We, mere mortals, will be hosts no more When our friends come back through the cave door And we will have done the Beltane Rite Of the magickal day, the magickal night. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Cupid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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