   | Magickal ChildeLike a dark blossom Pans inspiration The sweetest sensation That comes to you Fruits of the night Delicately delight Drip from her lips Like midnight dew The Witch in her season Needs no rhyme or reason To summon this daemon In front of you Arcadia dreaming No need to believe in When everything’s gleaming A golden hue Seduced into pleasure Beyond any measure This ransomous treasure Laid unto you As we bow to desire The great purifier That forever inspires The chosen few So make magick from lust In the heat of the thrust As our will becomes dust Like the burning yew And when it is done From the tongue of the sun Comes the fiery one So strong and true Summoned into being She rises and screaming Declares to the four winds I've come to you ! This magickal childe So wanton and wild Spellbound and beguiled In azure blue As love reaches its peak In silence we speak And our limbs become weak As we breakthrough And pass through into truth That this fountain of youth Like a balm, calms and sooths Whats in me and you Now we rest on the bossom Of every man and woman What it means to be human After the fall I love you dear night Now grow wings and take flight And pass into the light As this word becomes true ! |    |
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