Magick Dove

Set them free
What’s meant to be
The calm reciting
We clearly see
Soft, white feather
The changing weather
The dogs are howling
But do not enter
MagicK calling
Hero’s falling
In black forests
Ancients knowing
All the answers
Sacred dances
Around the fire
We stood in trances
Goddess, alter
Incense, water
She’s the queen,
The sacred daughter