The Maiden, Mother and Croan
Lunacy is a blessing
All to often overlooked
It is the key that unlocks shadows
Its the pages within a book
Lunacy is brilliance
The pull of the ocean’s tide
A raven’s claw in the wilderness
Where dreams are born, live and die
Lunacy is the voice
That the blind cannot see
With heavy breath in winter’s air
It’s the call of sisters three
Lunacy is freedom
The vision not defined
In hallowed halls upon the walls
Are the secrets of ancient scribes
Lunacy is a garden
Filled with flowers, fruit and sin
It’s the magicK within nature’s heart
The Goddess smiling
Lunacy is the journey
The land of mercury soaked skin
The dream inside a fever
The Hatters voice from within
Lunacy is the poet’s voice
The divine comedy of pain and death
It’s the gift of once remembered
It’s the hell of Devil’s breath
Lunacy is a voyeur
Cues taken from the muse
It’s the road that is less traveled
Nothing to fear nothing to lose
Lunacy is my banquet
From which I freely dine
Creating words of alchemy
From whence the soul doth shine
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 