Poetry with a Pagan Feel
Poetry with a Pagan Feel

Daughter of the Goddess,
I am She, doomed to the flames.
Oh for the flames of freedom.
I am bound by the chains of my nature
until the Sun shall burn me to ashes.
I am slaughtered by the Truth
that sets me free.

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Barefoot,
hair streaming free,
you process toward the greatest Sabbat
that you will ever celebrate.
May your ashes burn bright in me.

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Written by the morrigan

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