Voices singing in the night
Come closer
Come nearer
Come here
Sound of them singing is pure delight
Come closer
Come nearer
Come here
Step into their bower of rainbow delight
Come closer
Come nearer
Come here
Shrieks of pleasure turn to screams of fright
Come closer
Come nearer
Come here
Bleaching bones in the morning light
Come closer
Come nearer
Come here
(C) AM 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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