As the moon of Snow comes to a close
The Centaurs’ arrow draws near.
I stand upon the ancient web,
And cast my sacred sphere.
The Olde ones weave our destiny
And plant the fiery seed.
A time to choose your legacy,
And drink the Sacred Mead.
Be a spark to lighten rough terrain
And bridge forgotten lands.
To balance the blade and hilt of life,
With truth to guide your hand.
The Mystic Harp calls the kindred soul
To fight for the key of its portal.
With hope to make our kingdom whole,
And find humankind immortal.
Holdfast on your path,
Stand strong and true.
Feel it pulse through your veins,
The Song ‘that is you’….
Sending honor and respect,
To each kindred friend,
And I wish for you peace,
And a joyous weekend.
…bathing in the light…but half asleep….*Andromeda+