The Great Mother awaits patiently Prose in The Great Tree | World Anvil

The Great Mother awaits patiently

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Moon Bourne flower   Violet in the eye's of the sky   To bloom anew in her   The stars my dear child in my eye     Toil away in your forgone life   I lay, hear, my voice to echo out   To see not the lies occluded by the discordant knife   I scream, your mind far out of reach, shout     I beg thee, shout to thine to return   I needed you here, you cannot leave   To know that vast and infinite beauty held in your mind   To see the eyes of my moon bourne child     Blocked by the Shadow in your mind   Your prayers answered not by darkness   I answer, I hear you   I keep the darkness away, I keep you safe and hale     While you thrash in your sleep   Soothe but the child held in my tender embrace   Lulling the storm created in your dreams   The Shadows fan the flames that burn your soul     My moon bourne flower   The vultures that wish to drink from your flowers   Kept at bay by the wind, unable to land   Hold that soft breeze steady     Time has had it's way with me   The pain known in life,   I wish you remain ignorant from.   Bloom     Bloom my sweet orchid   Bloom and grace us with your splendor   Bloom and show us the power held in your roots   Bloom, leaves to dance in the breeze     My moon bourne flower   My sweet child   My priestess.   Soft and subtle wind, we await the stillness in air for you.

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