It is with Knightly honour that we are empowered to have great knowledge from within & without. With such knowledge comes power, a power that is naturally produced & requires no additional influences to achieve great things. Power is not about the control of others, it is about harnessing the inner strength & full understanding of one's purpose in this particular existence, such truth that can only be realised at a knightly level
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Category: Poetry
Suspended in the illusion of Time.
Future and past tightly woven as one into the tapestry of destiny.
Ancient tales from the scroll of life etched onto reality,
Manifesting into dreams and desires that were once only that.
Time lines changed by those who weave the web.
But tell me, was it woven from the inner realms of my subconscious?
Or do the starlight worlds pull silken threads tight around my soul?
Tightening still as known worlds fade to grey, disappearing before heart and eyes wide open.
The Roaring Lion goes unheard as amber sunlight reveals the Serpent Path
And the Howling Wolf casts shadows of silver and blood upon my life.
I reach and grasp the thread, allowing the tide of destiny to flow within my heart.
The night sky becomes an open book for this eager clay born infant.
The words have always been written, yet read by few.
Only now can I even begin to read between the lines.
Yet who are we?
Us who hide inside this human form and dare to sip the Cup of Life, innocently unaware that it is we who are the Key?
That which is sought.
When Time unfolds, our future surely was always written by the Star of Insight and our paths already sacrificially trod by Messengers of the past.
Past and future only now become one and the unseen becomes the seen to those of The Way.
A Warrior of the Serpent Ways; always questing upon the sphere of time.
Sharing and teaching to those who are open to receive.
2014
Oh Ancient One; you who has always been with me
Who has constantly watched over me
I know you are with me now
Your power is mighty as the raging sea
As all the elements combined
I desire that energy within me
To uphold your laws and ancient ways
Let those mighty waves of energy inspire me
To cleanse and renew
I ask for your guidance; to show me the way
To uplift my soul
Lead me to the true riches
And renewal for my soul
Allow me the strength to pursue my true goals
May I be rendered free from the mundane world
Wash over me to inspire my earthly life
Banish negativity within me and the harm it causes
Allow me to become strong and true to your ways
Protect my soul and keep me whole
Let me ride the tides of uncertainty with strength and foresight
For in this moment my future does dwell
I am as one with my kin
And honour your truths and all you teach me
One day allow me to walk with you
Guided to that place
I am of you and shall always tread your path;
Our path towards the future stars
May 2014
‘The Keeper of Scrolls’
Into darkness I will fade 
Into a night that man has made
but through that gloom shall gleam the sun
When I am lost; and again am won.
Release! Release! I call to thee
In new lands across the sea
Let another, on narrow pathways, come to me.
Furthest and Highest, yet not beyond reach.
Choose thou well a path that will teach:
How the sunken is raised and emptiness is filled
And a wandering heart can finally be stilled.
Seek the Great Stone! Mark it well, with a sign
And those who see it shall know it is mine
And seeing shall ponder and certainly know
As the Ancients have writ “As above, so Below
And I shall guard the source of Greatness
Waiting by a teardrop
From neither joy nor sorrow born
In silver bound, Beneath the ground,
I am the Spiral Horn.
( a very old, stunningly beautiful and emotional piece of writing that contains many deep truths)
Come my love and meet me upon the lip of midnight.
Come my love and dance upon the edge of velvet night
And if you dare to dance my dance
I’ll take you into darkness true.
I promise I will not sup much
Or steal from you that precious thing of which you value so.
Come my love, come meet me when all mortal time runs out
And when the tides are running high
Come take my hand,
Come dance my dance,
Come waltz with me upon the land of precious time.
I’ll not sup much
I promise you.
I’ll let you dance your dance of dance while standing on the edge
And if you come to me with love,
I’ll maybe sup just one sup
As you whirl and spin upon the night times’ edge.
Come to me my love of love.
Come embrace my spell so pure.
We’ll dance till midnight claims your soul in a land I know so well.
Come close my love and kiss me sweet and then I’ll sup,
Just one sup;
A sup of life so true.
Blood Red Rose
Betwixt the strokes of the clanging bell
Midnight hangs like a waiting shroud.
There’s a place so dark no shadows fall;
Tis a void amidst the changing years
So go not there for you’ll not return.
Behind the chimes of the old and the new,
Is an alleyway ancient between the realms
And in this place you must not wait
Lest you be seen by those who observe.
Only the brave will want to go.
Only the courageous will want to know.
For this is the land at the end of time;
The forgotten land where the Devil rides out.
If you hear him, you must close your eyes.
If you see his chariot above the skies
You must wish three wishes so he’ll then pass by.
Do not linger and do not look
For if you do, your soul he will pluck.
At the stroke of midnight
Just walk away,
Do not look back
And do not stay.
How do I know this?
How could this be?
Well of course
The Devil and I keep good company…..
The Devil Rides Out…
She always thought that she could swim underwater
She always thought that she was strong enough to swim against the tide
She always thought that she would forever exist outside of human dreams
But far too late she realised she was drowning…
She always thought her wings were forged of mighty steel
She always thought she had the ability to fly right into the sun
She always thought she knew exactly how to ride the winds
But she rode the winds straight into the fire…
She never thought that she would actually scorch her beautiful wings
She never thought she would drown alone in the dark night stream
She never thought that her world really was all an illusion
And that the horizon and the dream would always be just that tiny bit out of reach
What then, if she allowed herself to drown?
What then, if she allowed her beautiful steel wings to burn up and melt?
And then what would she be; just who would she be?
Alone and lost upon the shores of time the beautiful little fairy took her last earthly breath…
Slimey toads and slippery newts come frolic here with bats and cats, 
Witches all come dance with glee around the Sabbat fires with me.
We’ll dance until our bodies break and chant the spell that calls the dead.
When fire burns bright in forest dark we sing the endless song of night;
The endless words go on and on and around the fire we chant our song.
Dawn til dusk and dusk til dawn tis all the same when witchly born.
With eyes aglow we see the world of lifted veil and magics bright,
The fire doth burn and so we dance a merry dance on deathly night.
Dare ye come and dance our dance, we don’t want much, want much of you.
A soul…some blood… tis but a trife, come share our dance; our dance of life.
Samhain 2012
On this night of thinning veil ‘neath death’s dark cloak, a shadow falls.
As spirits call their eerie cry we meet…
Hands wrenched tight in circle cast by cauldron burning bright.
In wind so chill, by flight of bat, we wait…
On cold, damp earth by elder tree, born of blood and bone.
A sudden chill, an icy breeze, with pounding hearts we call…
As midnight rises through our veins and sacred herbs we burn.
Our darkest fears are manifest; the Shadow spirals in…
Yet on this eve of thinning veil the darkness we embrace.
A womblike shroud encapsulates, we hold our breath; we wait….
“we hold our breath…we wait..”
The blood-red sun silently sank below the ripened corn, splashing the world with its life-giving drips of scarlet hues.
Yet no sound of bird, beast, nor man echoed across the earth plains that night.
Only the half discernible sound of distant, rolling thunder, heralding a latent memory of something that had lain long forgotten.
The last rays of summer slowly bled upon the land and the land drank thirstily.
Yet somewhere deep, deep below the golden surface, below the ripened corn an old force was awakening, drip fed by the ruby-red droplets of light.
An old energy was returning; an old dream from before the time of human memory was once again being dreamt.
The final powerful rays of sunlight cast it’s glow across the gold laden fields; unwittingly heralding a quickening.
From the waters of creation; from the abyss of human memory, an old soul was returning.
Returning for what had always been.
It had always been a life for a life.
In the distance now the faint sound of drumming
And as the twilight cast a timely cloak upon the land; the truths silently slipped within the shadows.
Only now the serpent stretched.
The sound of the drumming became closer as lines of destiny started to converge.
From the musky perfumed fields of amber old John Barleycorn lay ready with heightened anticipation.
Closer they came; the revellers; the worshippers; the devotees of the old gods with their wilted offerings and handed down drum song.
Only now the serpent deliberately uncoiled.
A sudden clap of thunder, a slight tremor underfoot; but caught in the moment hypnotised by the drumbeat they just kept coming.
Lambs…
‘Rise up! Rise up! Rise up! Rise up!’ their drums proclaimed yet they understood little.
Only now the serpent took the first welcomed breath of centuries.
The lines of fate and destiny started to beat within the land like throbbing arteries set to burst.
From his safe distance old John Barleycorn knew that tonight his destiny would take a different route.
The dancing, cheering, drumming party wove its merry way towards the ancient grove, scattering garlands in its path.
Silently in that ancient grove the dragon lines of destiny crossed upon the fateful shores of time.
Only now an ancient eye opened.
Only now an ancient heart beat.
Only now an ancient hunger returned; unsated.
The Guardian awoke.
Innocently they entered the grove, strewing their offerings upon the deadly land, banging their drums, paying homage to the old ones.
Dancing, laughing, twirling, merry…
Drumming, dancing, singing, chanting…
Only now in the indiscernible shadow of the grove a slight rustle in the dried grass caused them to pause…..
A warm breath of pungent air where before there was nothing….
In the silent world of men the distance screech of an old owl acknowledged the sacrifice and a bent silhouette of an unknown figure made its way back across the ripened corn.
Lughnassadh 2010
