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Sisters of Avalon
Welcome!!! Felt someone calling me into the howling of the wind. I heard the reflection of a sound echoing through my skin ... And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ... Through my wild heart ... Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... She is awakening in dark swells and mystery. Unbridled night mares powerful and running free. You could still hear her cries reverberating through the trees... For the trampled flowers, the daughters of Eve, the Sisters of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... They brought her in in a new white dress... But the stain left an ache on her mother's breast... Now all that's left are the ghostly steps from a distant corridor... And a distant drum rumbling under ground gently guides me on ... Through my wild heart ... Whispering to me the Sisters Of Avalon... Sisters Of Avalon... Come on sisters... Come on sister... |
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Thanks for posting this.
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Re: Sisters of Avalon
Thanks Celine
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Can YOU hear the screams?
A rumbling calling? oh yesss http://media.mtvne.com/automated/son...416x312_01.jpg |
Re: Sisters of Avalon
In a land far, far away Like a star in the galaxy. There is magic as strong as faith. The land is known as Avalon. Now many wonder about this land. Valleys of green fields as lush as velvet. Gray skies that come low and high, But within the mists of the swamp That is as fluffy white as cream That’s where the magic beams. A broad gray pony lives there like a squirrel. His owner on his back like The queen of Pearels. Like wings of a raven Her hair blows in the wind. Her gown glistens like gems. Her face as white as snow, And in her eyes There are blue pools of water. Her lips are as red as blood. At her side, in her hand There is a sword Known as Excaliber. The sword gleams like the moon. Its golden handle holds on to its beams. At the precise time as dawn she comes. On her pony she circles the pond Like a bolt of lightening she makes her rounds. Nothing is missing all is well. If you believe in magic you will see her. Her hair jet-black, Her skin so white. Maybe you’ll see her eyes like drops of rain. Maybe you’ll see her blood lips curl. Smiling mischievously. Maybe you will see Excaliber gleaming like a dream. Maybe you will see her gown of gems Glistening in the moistly mist Like sparkling rain. Maybe you’ll see the whisk of a gray tail Like a flash of a memory. Those who don’t know of magic If they’re lucky they’ll hear Music of the magicians. A snort of the gray pony, Or the lady’s song. Like a chorus of angels She sings her song. Like an echo of bees Excaliber hums. Like gurgling toads The water hits against the pond’s banks. Those were the clippity-clops of her pony On her dawn investigation In the mists of Avalon. http://nightlightreadings.blogspot.c...gery-poem.html |
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Thanks a lot, Celine, beautiful! I devoured the Mists of Avalon book by Marion Bradley in the seventies, this poem is similar to the tone of that book. Just visit the link above, with more beauty......have a great day! |
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