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Truths Untold

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March 10, 2026

“Inspired by the magnificent Orava Castle in Slovakia where movies such as Nosferatu were filmed. It has it’s own secret vampire history too, sadly relegated to the world of mythology. Yet with heart and mind wide open those of a certain heritage know this not to be true, for the clues, the reality are all around”

A scratching nib

A wild, wide mind
Always the secrets to find
A net cast wide, a spiders touch
Along life’s saddled shore
I study and write
And i cast my mind
Into a void of change
To discover a key for to open a door
Where the shadow of darkness dwells
A shadow of night
Of that i am sure
An ancient ‘cast’ on the ground
Thus the old ones awaken
From a slumber so sound
To arise from that death-like sleep
A life not alive
Yet an existence for sure
But not when a human around
If only we knew them
If only we dared
For a chance to converse at a cost
A chance of a dance
A terrible dance
Around and around ye swirl
Dare ye not blink
Dare ye not look
Dare ye not ask the way
For the Lord and the Lady
With time on their side
Will be dancing the night away
A keeper of old
With stories untold
A glimpse of something unknown
A buried past
From aeons ago
A freedom hardly known
So all is quiet
In this shadow land
We dare not steel a glance
We dare not follow a scent
Of roses and death so true
A scent so pure
A scent so old
Not living as flesh surely is
So go ye not there
Be wise in your ways
For all of this story be true
Tis not only in movies and poems of old
Where the dark ones seem to dwell
They have always been here
Have always been known
Yet never or rarely seen.
So much for poems
So much for prose
I came unhindered in modern garb
For i sensed and i felt and i knew
That deep underground
In a family crypt
They slumbered in caverns so cold
The last of their kind, i know, i am sure
So leave not a trace, tiptoe away
Leave no DNA on the floor
No pinprick of blood upon the ground
Not a breath, not a hair, not a sound
Leave them in peace
Leave them to sleep
Turn the key in the lock when you leave
The castle is quiet
The castle is dark
The corridoors empty and black
For this is the time
And the hour of the day
When myth and reality bind
I will tell ye no more
I must hearken away
With footfalls slipping on cobbles
Catching my breath
Hardly daring to breath
I take one last look in the gloom
The stories of old
The stories told
The scratch of a pen in the dark
The ink runs dry
I gasp
I cry

And no other sound in the dark……

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‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

‘The Keeper of Scrolls & Guardian of the Grail’

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A Gift for the Crossing….

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25th November 2025

“I dipped into the dark for this poem….”

The cross roads beckon and the night is dark hiding the souls of old.
The ancient ones, the ones of kin, secure under the veil.
An ancient tomb in an old burial ground shows itself this eve, but only this eve.
The Baron wishes so it shall be, as it is said then shall be done, as is his want.
Papa waits upon the roads where life and death cross over.
Step well, step wisely, and know thy way upon the voodoo path.
Papa knows which night, and time when the way is clear to cross.
A cross of bones, a ghastly skull, a doll of twigs with grinning mask – may help but yet may not.
Take a bag made just by you and burn it to the fire.
A pinch of this, a sprinkle of that, some hair of those whom wronged you, some melted wax to bind secure, some words to chant as firelight flickers.
Be careful though just what you wish for.
Be true and just in action.
Be wise in thought, be brave in deeds, be clear in mind and soul.
Whatever you wish, it truly will be, and no return of any thinking.
The nights are dark and inner power comes easy on this earthly plain for those whom know the ways.
The Loas wait, the Loas watch yet be careful what you give them. They may want more than is bargained for, have a few tricks up your sleeve.
When all is done and night is day and the black flame has returned.

Only then and truly then you will know of all there is to come….

 

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‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

‘The Keeper of Scrolls & Grail Guardian”

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TIMES ENIGMA

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July 3, 2025

Have you ever slipped through a void of time
That’s different to this of yours and mine?
For time is neither friend nor foe, time is neither fast nor slow
Time is life, time is death, time is now in every breath
Time is past and yet to come, a standing stone in time alone
A marker bright, a message clear, that only those who know will hear.
There are those whom come and those whom go
There are those whom watch and those whom know
There are words and riddles handed down, hidden truths never found
Time is all and nothing at all, a fleeting shadow cast on a random wall
A cloak, a shroud within the night
Killing and curing, revealing all
Time is an illusion, a saddled shore
A perfumed breath, a whisper of more
A shadow that comes, a shadow that goes
A written tale on an illusionary wall
Waiting for time may be too long
Singing for time may be the wrong song
When the spoken word is spoken no more
It is the waves of time that still kiss this shore
A vampire’s kiss in an illicit dream
Time’s fleeting reality is not what it seems
When the talons of time no longer bind
Will freedom then be yours or mine?
But do not wonder, do not you ponder
The answer is there in the great blue yonder
For the riddle of time was given to me
A riddle of time near the deep blue sea
For there I saw what no one else saw
The riddle of time on a sandy shore…

 

“Keeper of Scrolls/Guardian of the Grail”

moon.willow@ntlworld.com

3rd July 2025 – Poetry to make you think and light your fire!

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A Yearning of Home….

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May 9, 2025
I yearn to go back to the shores of time where dreams seemed real and life was mine.
Where time’s mirror cracked and i walked through, giving new thoughts to all i knew.
A perfume that hung in the air like a spell, where a timeless shore kissed a holy well.
A echo in time of a vast ancient land with tears of the dead falling soft on the ground.
A message through time from a land of no more, just the soft gentle waters caressing the shore.
A land we all know but few rarely see with whisperings of home only to me.
I caught a glimpse of reality on that day of days, a truth that forever has stayed and stayed.

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
9th May 2025
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CRAFT RIDDLE TWO:

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November 8, 2023
Tumbling down over rocks and streams
Living in truth or living in dreams
Clinging to non, always finding my level
I am always contained by an earthly vessel
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
Iceland November 2023
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CRAFT RIDDLE ONE:

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I looked to the skies
Saw the sun and the moon
A dancing together
Playing their tune
I thought of ‘down under’
And felt very sad
With no sun and no moon
No light to be had….
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
Iceland November 2023
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TIS TIME…

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July 19, 2023

I grieved for a love adored since birth
I grieved for my love, my home, my Earth
The future i wanted i knew was a dream
I tried to hold on, yet stifling a scream
A moment in time to stop and ponder
A great test of time to truly wonder
Are we traveling through mankind’s fall
A time to embrace or totally ignore
I saw mankind rise, and i saw mankind fall
I saw greed and envy, i saw war and strife
I saw not a feeling for this thing called life
Over the centuries no lessons learned
And on the shores of time i witnessed it all
I wore no blindfold, I saw the score
My sad, single teardrop in an ocean wont cut it
I cried and i cried but nothing could stop it
Mankind you came and mankind you went
Destroying the Earth you went all out, hell-bent
The innocent creatures you left in your wake
Didn’t deserve their death or their fate
A prison planet it was meant to be
But it could have been treated respectfully
Now all of those humans who let greed shine a light
Will atone for their sins in the darkest of nights
The ‘creatures’ that make, are the same ones who take
The ones that have watched as mankind cast their fate
You were a toy of the G-ds ’tis very true
Yet all that is wrong is down to just you
You lived out a life that was not accepted
Now you die a death you never expected
Like a field full of cattle you grew fat on your crimes
Fat for the ‘Old Ones’ to take when it’s time….
For i will be gone, will observe it all
I will witness mankind’s greatest fall
But do not fear, do not stress
It was never a given, was always a test
I once knew a land where time stopped still
I saw things that maybe were only for me
I reached out and grasped that which i quested
This moment, my life, i was fully invested
And no, i wasn’t living a dream
Everything viewed was meant to be seen
In the blink of an eye, the cool waters will rise
Rise up to reach those firey red skies
It was always written, always fortold
Within years of study, if i may be so bold
Under a dome, a greenhouse for sure
It has always been there, yet always ignored
Your governments lied, your scientist too
But i think in your hearts, you always knew
Too many anomalies, it didn’t add up
So now here we are on the edge of time
That party at midnight I knew would be mine
Yes i’d mentioned the ‘party’ in previous words
But nobody saw, nobody heard
So ‘we’ did what we did, it had to be done
But doing it was such tremendous fun
So i sit and i watch and i sit and i wait
I sit and i watch humanities fate
Way out of time, above beyond rhyme
You may see me again at the end of all days
The Feminine Light to show the way
Yet if still in your blindfolds
You never will never see
The truth of existence, or the real ‘me’
For i was always there, guiding the way
Revealing a path so true and profound
Yet many stumbled and cried on the ground
But time and tide and moments move on
Only a few knew the ‘song of songs’
The truth was the ‘word’ it was always said
But what use is a word to the already dead
Time is of essence, please let me not tarry
I have said far too much, i must not dilly or dally
Back to my perceived grind of a daily life
But a Guardian of Time i shall always be
So never ever underestimate me
I sit and i watch and i sit and i wait
As i cast my hands over man’s written fate…

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
aka ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’ July 2023
Reverend Janis

“Know me and know whom i am.
See me and see me as i am.
Feel the energies and fly with me tonight
Or don’t…..

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POEM: THE SERPENT PATH

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April 12, 2023

The Serpent Path

“I found some old notes going back many years to a time when i was seeking my path, a path i always knew to be there. Over the years i have made many notes and had the thought of making these little notes and thoughts into poems. Here is the first one that is of my very personal journey into Craft, with some up to dates thoughts added too….”

The wheel turns and new times arrive through the gates of destiny.

Old doors clang irreparably shut.

New doors creek and slowly open.

What once was, now no longer is.

What is now, is never to be.

Within the chaos ahead a path intertwined with mine.

A desire.

A change, then never no more.

I dreamed of chaos.

I stood in that labyrinth, that physical labyrinth at midnight and screamed for change in my mundane life.

For deep dark chaos.

A yearning to be taken to the centre, to the darkness, to the desire.

To see what others do not.

To see the hidden.

My hidden was always there in plain sight.

My potions, my healing herbs, my culinarys sitting there on my kitchen shelf side by side with my hexing’s and poisons.

That old, ragged charm over the door, or the worn pouch hung on the tree near the gate. Did you not notice?

Kitchen canisters full of, well not food….

Yet within my healings and spells, a dream of a different future yet untold, took shape.

A shadow, a flickering, a whisper of a way.

A serpent uncoiling.

I was bound to the wrong path, by the false words, the fake hierarchies and the false knowledge.

I knew this.

I desired a way out; I desired truth however dark, that resonated on my soul.

An ancient path that came from before the dawn of human time.

I wanted that which comes from deep within, that which can bind with the without to achieve that perfect balance of dark and light, night and day.

I wanted connection to that deep well of inspiration, that deep dark place within my soul, that source that binds us all not to the Wyrd, but to the complete unknown.

I wanted to stand on the edge of human reality and stir that deep cauldron of truth.

Would i find my place with the energy we know of as the goddess, or would the energy find me?

Would he whom weilded the flaming sword push me and show me the way?

Little did i know at that time, that i had already been found by that force, that energy that was the driving force of all i would come to be.

I wanted to break all the human-set rules, become a part of a soul defining truth that I knew existed. But first I had to know the rules, learn the rules before I could even consider breaking them.

Down, down, down into the dark I journeyed, into the unknown, surrendering, letting go of all I knew.

A solitary journey.

Familiar faces came and went, as I turned away from false priests and prophets.  Yet I surrendered every corner of my life in love and trust and to the deep yearning of my soul.

I saw humanity revealed in a blink of an eye, a creation that knows not its purpose, a carbon footprint echoing briefly upon the shores of time.

I heard the wind whisper long and low and the waves wash over the saddled shores of time at sunset to erase all footprints with just one swift touch.

I felt the serpent awaken.

I waited then and only then for humanity to realise the truth.

The truth I had longed for, searched for and desired.

Deep down, the ‘trait’ within me always knew.

For I was never blind.

I saw the spread, the feast.

The blood on the table laid out before my eyes.

The food of the G-ds.

A painful vision, once seen, never unseen.

I was careful in what I wished for.

In that which I so desired.

Sure and strong and unbending.

I found the chaos, the deep dark chaos.

I found and fought the dragon.

I saw the illusion,

As Mary did.

Both Serpent and Moon at my feet

Dragon and illusion

At last falling into place…

 

“The Keeper of Scrolls”

aka ‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

April 12th 2023

 

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A Truth Imaginary….

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October 15, 2022

“In the summer of 2022 Midsummer Common in Cambridge held an exhibition dedicated to the human understanding of what is known of as our planets. Everytime i went by on the bus i had that feeling that one gets when chalk is grated across a blackboard. I was compelled to write this poem in which i hint at what really is, sometimes hidden by illusion yet often hidden by the veils that cloud the human the eye and almost always hidden by those ‘creatures’ in ‘so called power’ whom have no intention of allowing us to know – but one can either ‘see it’ or one cant. It’s a human choice to open up and know…..”

 

Midsummer common was telling a story
Of a solar system in all its glory
A delight in the telling of all things planetary
Yet tis a long-told tale of truths imaginary

 

How many care to consider reality
To look beyond the earth’s banality
How many look towards the skies
Yet cannot see the truth for lies

 

What is behind the smoke and mirrors
This falsity told by earthly sinners
Time and tide hide a well-hidden tale
Of our world, our universe on a mighty scale

 

Yet humans are kept in the realms of the dark
Never knowing, never seeing, that Light, that spark
A world of expanse can await one and all
If only your blinds and your curtains can fall

 

For over the edge of the landscape, out of sight
Lies a different day, another night
Hidden away from human knowledge
A world apart, few can acknowledge

 

Yet Admiral Byrd, he knew the score
Knew the truth and so very much more
He took to the skies and he did fly
Over the ice where those vast lands lie

 

The ‘powers that be’ tried to hide his story
Played it down and all its glory
They tried to silence this honest man
Who flew over the ‘wall’ to those vast new lands

 

The magic of myths were once proud truths
Before religion dispelled all of the proof
But as time wove on, our histories changed
Altered by those whom had ‘no name’

 

Over humanity, a dark spell was woven
To sleep, to dream, in an illusion not chosen
Like sheep in a field, unaware that the wolf
Provided the meadow, the grass and false ‘truths’

 

Hungrily grazing in meadows so green
Never seeing, never knowing that vast prison screen
Never an inkling of what’s over the sea
And the wolves of course licked their lips in glee

 

For over the great wall are lands so vast
Lands that stem from a different past
A different history, a different telling
Yet to discover the truth, humans have to be willing

 

To ‘see’ beyond those earthly ties
To let go of all the aforetime lies
To trust in those whom understand
To be willing to take them by the hand

 

A Watcher may be hovering near
To guide, to teach, to certainly steer
To light the way, to the path of truth
But it is you whom must trust, to find that truth

 

So, if planets are not up there in the skies
If all you are told is a human lie
If the earth is just a tiny prison
Hidden within a far bigger region

 

If within our time and space
Lies another reality, another place
That has always been there, before your eyes
If only ‘science’ hadn’t clouded your ‘skies’

 

The Watchers, the teachers are ever so near
Yet hidden from sight by human fear
They see the sheep in their meadow so green
Unable to look past their prison screen

 

The world I live in is amazing and vast
Yet with a different future, present and past
An understanding that is miles away
From anything modern science can say

 

So, if the truth is out there, but you don’t wanna know
Then go you own way with nothing to show
Never revel in the wonder of time and space
Forever in the doldrums of your earthly place

 

If time and tide is not for you
And to live a mundane life is all you do
Remember there are those that can guide the way
Preserving the truths for that one rainy day…..

 

A rare mystery seen over the skies of Yorkshire…

 

“Go sleep and dream my children.
And while you dream the wheel forever turns.
Til the day becomes the night.
And the LIGHT that always shone.
Is revealed for those who do not slumber”
Adueni KT
 

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

AKA AdueniKT

‘moon.willow@ntlworld.com’

15th October 2022

 

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LONG FORGOTTEN KNOWLEDGE….

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December 21, 2021
Maybe there was a time, long long ago when vampires and dragons really did walk the earth.
Not the kinds from Holywood movies but the kinds that possesed a human form, unbeknown, or lived amongst us as any beast would.
Maybe there was a time long long ago that the peoples knew this and lived with this knowledge.
Knowledge now lost for all time.
Maybe there was a time long long ago when knowledge itself was different from today, and what was known then, is now no longer known.
Creatures and ways not of our understanding flourished amongst us.
Maybe there was this time long long ago, before the modern world, a time now wiped from our history books, for fear of what modern humanity would make of it.
Maybe part of that world still survives.
Hidden.
Maybe there was a time long long ago when the Old Ways were the only ways and folks respected that and were ok with it.
Embraced it.
I often return to those times in my dreams, in my night journeys, becoming one of them, following my blood tides and blood ties.
It is all there, in Time, like pages in a book.
Just as it ever was.
Open yet hidden from most.
Slip through.
Shapeshift into a reality that awaits the traveler.
What was, can be again.
Past and future are all one.
Times peeling bell forever rings me home
As I slip into that magical void between the earthly years.
Embracing whatever comes my way.
Respecting the hidden ways of old, the lessons given.
For long long ago is also yet to be
And what once was, is now simply hidden within realities placed outside of human consciousness…
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
1st December 2021
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