Are you willing
Or will you be taken
For I am here
And I’m coming for you
Hoof and horn or teeth
Which will be forsaken
For I am here
And I’m coming for you
Look into my eyes
Such places I’ll take you
For I am here
And I’m coming for you
Walking through the woods
Will it heal or break you
For I am here
And I’m coming
For you.
Listen to the song
(c) A M Hunter 2014
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Stoneacorn (Xander)
These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography.
I am a poet, a song writer, a witch.
I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with.
My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green.
My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds.
My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak.
I am Stoneacorn
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