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Oct 23, 2009
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Enchantress
I am an enchantress and so I enchant you
you are a dreamer so dreams I shall weave
I am your soulmate, desire and shadow
I have been your goddess, you've failed to believe
I am a writer and so I write freely
words to console you when freedom cannot
I am the seer of distant tomorrows
whose eyes you have threatened when visions you've sought
I am your strength and your witness, your pleasure
I watch from a distance your progress, your fall
I am the nymph you've expelled from these waters
I, as your Syrinx, inflame your bleak call
I have been your wife and your mother, your daughter
I have been your lover, your sister, your slave
I've met with your torches and screams on a cruel pyre
I've burnt in great sorrows, you've danced on my grave
how much I have suffered, throughout all the ages
my whispers, so fragile, as dawn condescends
on forces, I've shattered, your envy brings ire here
yet my soul heals slowly while yours never mends
my womb it is fertile, your war only fatal
I distribute, nourish, while you only take
when will you remember you've bound inhibition
and freely abandon this fortress of ache?
I sing in the moonlight of times long forgotten
and I am a healer with hands wrapped in gold
I am the sunrise beyond this horizon
from out of these ashes my wings shall unfold
you are a dreamer so dreams I shall weave
I am your soulmate, desire and shadow
I have been your goddess, you've failed to believe
I am a writer and so I write freely
words to console you when freedom cannot
I am the seer of distant tomorrows
whose eyes you have threatened when visions you've sought
I am your strength and your witness, your pleasure
I watch from a distance your progress, your fall
I am the nymph you've expelled from these waters
I, as your Syrinx, inflame your bleak call
I have been your wife and your mother, your daughter
I have been your lover, your sister, your slave
I've met with your torches and screams on a cruel pyre
I've burnt in great sorrows, you've danced on my grave
how much I have suffered, throughout all the ages
my whispers, so fragile, as dawn condescends
on forces, I've shattered, your envy brings ire here
yet my soul heals slowly while yours never mends
my womb it is fertile, your war only fatal
I distribute, nourish, while you only take
when will you remember you've bound inhibition
and freely abandon this fortress of ache?
I sing in the moonlight of times long forgotten
and I am a healer with hands wrapped in gold
I am the sunrise beyond this horizon
from out of these ashes my wings shall unfold
— Proprietress of Crimson Hearts, Oct 23, 2009
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Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dear Proprietress
Proprietress o…
16 years 7 months ago
sweet Jayne,
seabhac
16 years 7 months ago
Ode to the female spirit
Proprietress o…
16 years 7 months ago
Seabhac,
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
Kata I have taken it away
Proprietress o…
16 years 7 months ago
oh Ann dear!
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
This is enchanting Kata! You
Proprietress o…
16 years 7 months ago
takk for maten
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
Oh thank you my sweet Kata
Proprietress o…
16 years 7 months ago
it did make me laugh, dear Ann
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
Yes it was a little unkind,
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
It was LUNCH the first
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
The song of woman is written
themoonman
16 years 7 months ago
Women...
Ink Dragon
16 years 7 months ago
YAY!
ziggy
16 years 7 months ago
enchantress
Electric Blue
16 years 6 months ago
Enchantress
point.of.redemption
16 years 4 months ago
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