For Those Who Come
and it begins … muses the Lamp Lighter
One must arise early
to see the mists of portal reach,
than dream a bit longer
in the arms of your cherished one;
for the faint swirling breath
of the Abbey sure conceals naught
if you fail to invoke
wizards and crones, knights and angels.
Find here new path and glade,
grove and vale paced by racing heart.
Know that here human hand
forges currents of magick spell,
and wraps my very soul
in tendril vines of spirit’s growth.
Soon — soon waiting friends
you will be close to share my thoughts,
and sigh to the rapture
of harp and voice, magic and tale,
and hunt for starry dreams
beneath the tears of Mistress Moon.
Each by each may you come
only to leave in bonded peace;
for you will be kissed
by an angel of rebirth dawn,
and protected by right,
in bold embrace of falcon wings.