Molten waves of passion
Spinning ladies all in white
Bleached bone and arid stone
Merciless power without reprieve
Cruel petrification
Even the air stands still and silent
Crystal daggers hang suspended
Blanket of white that gives no warmth
A delicate point of balance
Two robes now fit for wearing
One of jewels and one of blossoms
Feasts of union so divine
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Artwork: Wiccan Wheel Of the Year – artist unknown
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