Covered Land
(*The Lost Poem*)
All Ancient and Mystic Beings
Show Yourselves to Me
I Heed Your Magic,
Ancient and Unknown
Speak to Me
Oh Holy Masters of the Woodlands
The Wild is My Guide
And I Heed Her Calling
Let Me Be Taken With You,
To Be Taught and Molded
I am Your Daughter
And I am Your Lover
Take Me Into Thine Arms
So That I Might Taste Your Windy Breath
Touch Me, Heal Me
I Will Give Unto Thee
My Spirit
And My Love
Eternal
Spring
1995
::Note:: This is called "The Lost Poem"
because I uncovered it in March of 2001, nearly 6 years after it was written.
At the time, I was going though life-changing events, and had taken up the
study of Runes.
I had memorized a few Rune forms and had taken to writing things out completely
in Runes.
This poem was one such thing, written while I was in my Senior Year of High
School,
while I was sitting in the Library one day.
When I dug it out of a box a few days ago, I was grateful to have finally
found it,
as I knew it was hiding in a box, somewhere.
I promptly brought it home and sat down to translate it.
Much to my surprise it seems to be the beginning of my Pagan Ways, and is
quite revealing, as such.
I had no idea, at the time it was written, of the path my life would take.
This is indeed a special find.
©Darkstar, 1995, 1999-
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