Their blood was my voice
I drank, my choice
Within me deep and strong
My blood sang along
Listen to the song
© A M Hunter 2016
Their blood was my voice
I drank, my choice
Within me deep and strong
My blood sang along
Listen to the song
© A M Hunter 2016
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 View all posts by Stoneacorn (Xander)
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