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April 17, 2005

Fragment 7

One small candle -
Four inches of a single hue
Annointed with great care
And placed in prominent view
Surrounded by stones
Of similar intent and power
It now becomes an altar
For now is the "witching" hour.
Oh, no, I'm not Wiccan
I follow an older trail
Yes, many paths lie buried
Or hidden behind the veil

But deep inside my being
Resides an ancient past
Through my dreams....

Posted by BlueWolf on April 17, 2005 06:40 PM