A-the-na Ath-e-na
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Shield us from
Hate and shame
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Sword and spear
Protect our aim
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Bright lady
Come to us
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Holy wise one
Reach for us
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Come, Come
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Come, Come
A-the-na Ath-e-na
(and to devoke)
A-the-na Ath-e-na
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Honour you, we honour you
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Honour you, we honour you
A-the-na Ath-e-na
Listen to the song
© 2015 A M Hunter
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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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