Look at her face the darkness, the tear. Her soul parishes piece by piece, she looks at the stars, now pondering the moment she started giving up your soul.
She has gifts that she's hidden, the truth never told. Living in the world,  isolated, and alone.
The sun now shines washing away the fear, spirit lifts, the energy begins.
She casts the spell, throws the rune stones, gathers the herbs, prays to God, welcomes talking to the Angels.
Now one with the universe, and the truth.

                   Michele Lynn'e

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