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The Circle Is Cast
DL (2/3/87 / Middlesbrough)

The Circle Is Cast

Poem By David Lacey

The circle is cast and we are between worlds,
Lost and found, still grounded yet adrift, here
Lies a rift beyond the bounds of time,
Here birth and death, night and day,
Joyful sorrow reign as one.

Align your spirit with the Goddess's hand,
Slicing the air with acts of grandeur when you may
As well be dancing circles by the moon, grinding into the dust
The ashes of our trust in the laws of man.
As our Lore enchants the east before setting south.
Only to awaken in the west as the north opens up his mouth
Bellowing words of wisdom captured only in the stills of times archives.

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