Welcome to the Worlde of a Fated Fey, one who walks the Shadows between the OtherSide and this Dreamland. This is the Book of Shadows of a hereditary and self-taught Magickal Woman; a Dreamer who possesseth the lineage of Fae, Wytch and Starr Blood. Interwoven together to make an ecclectic source of Magick and Chaos. To walk between the Worldes of the Starrs, the Hidden Realms, the Spirit Worlde and to also Live a human life...

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Land of Untold and Dreams to be told... }i{

I have not drowned only merely succumbed
Diving to the greatest depths again of the ocean calling 
Impossible possibilities wished and worked
Something else, something old but oh, so new 
A sirens call, whispered dreams to be found
Stranger dreams and inspired creations
Inside of me I see and hear all, near and far                 
Currents of chaos and constant motions threaten 
Pulling emotional tidings with a flow 
All the while it twas the earth, not the moon like I thought
The ocean called and twas the Earth I found
Sink or swim, drown or float
Does not matter, the sky holds all afloat
Imaginations and Truths die and are Reborn
Evolution prevails, always yearn for more
Adventure is the Inspiration of Evolution
Re/Evolution is the tree of Life 
The tree of Life too has a name
All needs and has its very own word
All things require a name for it to be heard
Transcendence is its name and Wisdom it fruits
Tis your choice which wood you use
Knowledge grows within and without
An ache grows from the blood
It has a story to tell the bones
Cut to the core through the rings the trunk bears
Stories the tree has lived and told adorned by nature of an older age
Nestled within trees favoured by creatures 
A home and a nest, babies and eggs
Transcendence we call a new way and Life
Evolution requires Transcendence to learn new form
Transcendence from Evolution is required for new form
Apples are knowledge this we know
When sliced in half two stars are revealed
Never fear to find what is hidden within
The apples star were once long ago 
My very favourite treasure
Adventurous and skilful, feisty is my temper and very wilful
My magicks glamour the earth and glitter the sky with oceanic proportions
A lighthouse strong and proud, is never left out in the cold alone
Lonely souls to guide the adventurous travellers and Truth keepers
Once ignite, instead become the brightest of lights
Brightest stars of the endless night
The strongest of torches to light the way
Those who wish to find theyr way through storms or dark night
Sequestered within tucked away deep inside
 Hidden by choice and tucked safely inside
Quietly resides the deepest and darkest side of me
Against the currents wildly I thrash, longer it is before I find the shore
Flow with the currents, drifting happily along I swim home knows the way
Plummeting the depths, riding the sands of time
Nevermore eroded by the hands of time
Adorned with seashells within thine hair
Darts of truth, life and love 
Shoot from her sardonic mouth gracefully
Naught but Love does she Be or need
To tell a truth from a lie, and to never harm another she doth spout
Button-like eyes that do not close from the land, water or sky
With these eyes theyr is only beauty to see
Vivid and bright, painted blue like the ocean
Lighted within by flecks of coral
With delicate ears it tis the ocean, land and sky she hears
Around her waist she has for herselfe tied
The finest red ribbon, with a bright sparkly bow
That can be undone but never shall fray
Flowered vines interwoven amongst the branches,
A fabric of intricity, a crafted wovened delicate web
Envisions of the Creations that are sweetly made
Mystery and Mythos and a new time shall tell
Patterned outlay, means nothing to an untrained eye
Its form, the design of obstacles discovered
Tried and true an avid journey, the seeker and its path
Veins the colour of the oceans darkest blue
Held within by delicate skin
Feet are strong, hands are light
Tis the soul that doth ignite
Ocean and Forest
Sky and Bird
Spoken wordes create magick just like that
Musical keys sung to a whimsical tune and melody
Sweetly played notes give way to the correct tone 
For those who play the pan flute song
If one does find an opening within the misted vale
Come, but only enter the hidden realm with innocence and mirth
Tis not a door you should open with a heavy knock
Tis the faery veil, ever so gently parted can reveal
Treasure hidden and woven safely within
Stronger than anything any human ever wrought
Delicately woven dreams forged by the dreamweaver
Nature has spun with beauty more finer and precious than gold
So sweet is the woeful song that was once a tragedy
Beautyfull memories mark the words and vision 
Created masterpieces symbols of past, present and future
Sung to the song of the tune of the song that played
Drawing out the long hidden words 
Recalling the forgotten dreams never told
Outlaying new dreams hoping to be 
Memories crafted strong enough to stand the tests of the mind
Carved deeply to withstand the length of time
Creation without passion is such a mundane thing
Forevermore is a Life lived with passion, Evermore 
Legacy from dreams and creations
Melancholy Nevermore, raven does call
My tragic romantic heart lives forevermore
Fiery convictions and tellings of the tried and true
Symbolism and inbetween meanings
The language the fae once knew
Freedom is a penchant and a life for the adventure
The internal longing of the Heart always knows
Do not fear if you know not where to go
Dream strongly, wisely and well
Something forgotten over time, is always remembered
Belief is the Key, the door cannot open without
Do not fret nor worry if time forgets
The wise never forget, only become tired over time
Rest and care is what is needed to be remembered
If you have displaced your memory
Two simple things to help you remember
Tis only a nightmare if one does not know
It is only a dream if one does not know how
Everything you shall ever need
Is found within and without nature and you
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and all is beautyfull
Beware lovely souls
Eyes are also the place where greed can be shown and found
A creation birthed is a Legacy 
A lil bit of hope and belief is all one needs
Happy are they, well lived and wrought with Love
Thus the Dream remains to stay 
Becomes a Legacy to be loved by the future borne
Creations manifest are the happiest and most loved
Of the Dreams luscious and fulfilled or barren or bare 
The bravest of souls who ever have dared
Are the very ones who believe in the power and magick
Those who dare face the burning and release
Desire tempered with action is a madness
That manifests dreams into wake
Rampant loud ghosts of night
If ever keep you awake
Be only unmade dreams, haunting thee
Haunting thee like silkened caresses
Nothing more, nothing less
Unformed creations make love to unimagined Dreams
Mythos and realities, only with Love can they be conceived. 

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