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the power of she
the art of knowing
comes in many forms...
Kate came upon the winds one day
I prayed for her and she appeared
oddly enough I didn't know her when I first saw her
I should have, this isn't the first world we've traveled through together
hush the angels and the demons
it is Lilith herself among us
dominions keep silent,
you musn't tell, child of the houses of mist
oh lords forgive me,
I forgot my place elsewhere,
while at play here
sometimes I see her for who she is and other times not
I hear her whispering, saying we musn't tarry
you are expected home little misfit of the universes
the portal beckons while I show her my collection of thoughts
secrets speak in metaphors
moon and stars beautiful Lilly
cultivate truth in the sanctuary of doubt
let the pyre burn in the garden of sacredness
the living and the dead tremble in your presence
eat their fear with shadows
into the darkness she sighs
in the mouths of the blinded she utters parables,
a test to see if you are aware
quicken the dawn
the stars are gathering
soon my Queen...
the void yawns
and chants I'm here my love
watching, always watching
your steps sacred
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