Time to Awaken

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Picture Credit:  Dhillon Deviant Art

In every ancient culture the People have a Sleeping Hero -
Legend promises he will arise when needed to defend the land
When the danger is greatest…
It seems pretty dark right now so I wrote this...
Lady and Lord of the North and Earth
of the caves of death, and the Soul’s rebirth
of mountain peaks reaching up to the sky
and rocky chasms where diamonds lie
please grant us your Presence and power
Lady and Lord of the East and Air
of gentle breezes and winds that tear
of the breath of Spirit upon which eagles glide
and blows pictures with clouds in the deep blue sky
please grant us your Presence and power
Lady and Lord of the South and Fire
of the spark of life and the witches’ pyre
of dancing flames and devouring burning
Strength forged in the flames from tortured yearning
please grant us your Presence and power
Lady and Lord of the West and Water
of healing wells and cleansing lighter
of underground rivers and oceans deep
and silent lakes where secrets sleep
please grant us your Presence and power
Hecate,
Goddess of the Underworld
Keeper of the Crossroads
your Priestess kneels weeping
at the sacred well
and the King lies asleep in the mountain
ln a time now passed into fairytale
the legend of Arthur and his Knights of the Holy Grail
told of a sacred pledge that He would heed this call
and when all seemed lost and the world would fall
He would awaken to defend his land once more
Arthur,
hero king of old
this is the hour that the prophecy foretold
awaken, awaken
the wildwood has fallen
and the Lady is taken
She is imprisoned in chains
and darkness is covering our lands
deep Earth knowing
let him hear
the screams of beasts and his people crying
rich soil growing
make him whole
Hecate, please may he pass and guide his soul
Arthur, awaken from your sleep
time for the King to battle once more
lands are burning
sun wheel turning
devils are swarming to Her shores
forests falling
oceans dying
animals tortured
children crying
promises were broken and angels fell
souls are lost in earthly hell
hearts are closed to the Lady’s pain
shattered minds erupt in flames
madness stalks the screaming homes
god is long abandoned
and the devil sits on his throne
deep Earth knowing
let him hear
the screams of beasts and his people crying
rich soil growing
make him whole
Hecate, please may he pass and guide his soul
and let the spirit of the noble king
enter into every man
and their Hero awaken deep within
and may they rise up and defend the land
by all the power of land and sea
as I have spoken may it come to be
with the grace of moon and the strength of sun
as Love is within me and through Love we are One
all is now done
all is now done
April 2014

© 2017 

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