The Lady & The King Stag
traversing the wastelands
cold winds tearing at Him
suffering alone
so much to give
so full of courage and
strength
so needing to be loved better
so needing to live
She was trapped in the Underworld
Her wing broken
She was trapped in the Underworld
so gentle, so kind
so needing to learn how to be loved
so needing clarity of mind
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Somewhere in Africa
as Spring was returning to
the dry land
and the full yellow moon rising over the savanna
a Lion roared
setting into motion
a Destiny that was written
And the Angels wept with joy
as the Sword of Integrity and
Devotion,
that had been forged in the
fire of His Wounding was drawn
He made a promise to the
Spirit that lived within Him
– the Stag –
King of all that is
honorable, wild, and free
She had a vision
of a Peace of the Heart of
Earth
where all was gentle and
golden
and in wise harmony
With an eye to Her North Star
the Swan in the Heavens, to
guide Her
She wove the Magic of the
Lady into Being
and placed it under the
protection of the Knight of the Lion
and then knelt at the silent
pool
seeing
out of the cage of her agony
and the Kingdom of Rainbows
lay at her feet
and Her Love of the King Stag
had bought Her to the Lion
and His Warrior…
as They were fated by the
stars to meet
the Knight to Her Maiden
the Priest to Her Priestess
the King to Her Queen
the Lion to Her Wolf
and the King Stag to Her Lady
She knew no matter what
happened
She would always be held
in the Light and the Song
and that she was better for
having met Him
and that knowing Him had made
Her strong
She read in Her eyes in the
pool
that Her wing had healed
and Her Heart had been given
as a true gift without
needing
anything in return
so She planted Him
a Garden of Wishes…
of peace, of the happiness
that She knew He deserved…
and although She wished
passionately
that He came home
to join Her in the Kingdom of
Rainbows
to keep the realm safe in the
Light
She left it up to His free
will
and the magic of shooting
stars
and hesitated at the edge of
the forest of His
Soul
a glint caught his eye and He
turned
His shield was shining like a
mirror
and He looked deep into His
heart
to see His Destiny that would
make Him whole
And the King was wounded
so that it bled
into the Sacred Earth
each drop wept over
by the
Maiden of His Heart
who forsook the Kingdom of
Rainbows
and wandered forlorn through
the Forest,
speaking to the
Trees,
seeking the Magick that would
heal Him,
pleading with
the Centaurs to open the Stargate to call for help
Winter came and the
Grasslands grew empty
the wild Beasts were captured
or killed for sport,
Flowers wilted and died
and the Rivers ran dry,
the Moon looked down and wept
and still
…the
Wounded King fevered and slept
The Maiden reached at last
a Cave within the terrible Darkness
She saw Her Light
and knew
that the Healing lay within Her
Deep in the Forest
She lay down in the murmuring
Stream,
Her
Hair became Ripples
Her Eyes sparkling Stones on the Riverbed
Her Eyes sparkling Stones on the Riverbed
in turn feeding
the Forest with their Death
She floated out to Sea as the
current claimed Her
where the Sun saw a flashing
of Turquoise
in the deep Ocean blue
crashing onto the Shore each Day
in mourning for Her Love,
He took pity on Her
and
raised Her as a Cloud in the brilliant blue Sky
Dreaming inland,
She rained upon the Forest
so that a beautiful Canopy of
Flowers
of Beauty
of Raindrops that sought Him
of a Cloud’s
Shade that sheltered the Forest
from the Heat of the Sun,
their soft words reached Him
in His Burning
and left a trail
of Dewdrops to lead Him Home
but She was a Cloud now
having given up Her human
form
to bring
Flowers to heal Him,
seeing Him in the Grove
She poured out Her
Love
in a final
Rainshower on the Forest
until every drop of Her had soaked into the Ground
and the Shade of the Cloud had disappeared
Sunlight blazed down through
the Forest Canopy
transforming the Rain into
Mist
filling Him with Life
and He arose
He glimpsed Her Shadow
dancing in the Moonlight
and knew Her in the soft Moss on the arms of the Oak Trees
He felt Her in the gentle
Breeze
which teased the Bees in the
Branches
early in the Morning
He vowed to never lay down
His Sword
until She was safe,
When He knelt to drink at the
Sacred Stream
where She had dissolved Her Form
He saw Antlers reflecting
back at Him
and He understood as She was the Lady
He was reborn into His
Divinity as the King Stag
Now He could commune with the
Centaurs
who agreed to
open the Stargate to help Him
on His Quest to restore the Wasteland
And the God-Lion looking down
with Love
from His starry
Throne so far, far above
The Lady danced for the King
one night in the Fire
and the
crackling Flames asked Him to build Her a Temple
where the ancient Wisdom could be shared,
a Sanctuary where the Animals
could live their lives in peace
where all who came
would be inspired to protect
Her Innocent Beasts
and transcend their own Shadows
so the God-Lion could return
to dwell in Her Forest
So…
the
Centaurs gave the ancient Sign
that collapsed the illusion of Space and Time
and cloven hooves shook the forest ground
as merry little fauns
danced the spiral
in
and
down
Trees trembled in their
rapture
as Moonlight drenched the sylvan glade
every leaf
each root,
every wishful little shoot,
shimmering
luminous
as they swayed
Sweet expectation held the
forest enthralled
even the Dwarves emerged from their deep-Earth halls
the animals gathered
and waited side by side
with the King Stag standing
silent and proud
The Blood Moon rose
the Goddess held
Her Breath
Spirit of Life fought with the Dark of Death
and the Stargate
opened
as
Time murmured
then paused
the God-Lion returning to the
Earth once more
As cosmic Paw touched Sacred
Ground
Antler tipped to His golden Crown
Lord of the
Earth greets King of the Heavens
Magick
descended
from ancient legends
And in that Shift,
our cities
began to fall
Man’s vanities reaching tall
shuddered,
folded,
and were no more,
all was chaos and the dust
rose high
but
nothing covered the brilliance
of the stars
glittering in the Blood Moon Sky
Whole towns were swallowed by
hungry sores
which had been bleeding and festering
while Man chased more,
the pain which had lain,
quietly simmering,
burst into flames
ravenous
blistering
and the world as we knew it
burned
burned
burned
Man’s
dominion over Nature
finally overturned
The animals in the forests
the
witches in their caves
shrugged off the shackles,
no more slaves
and
the Goddess wept
as all awakened who had slept
and now danced with Her to
stay
in the
free, wild Day
Myself and a magical Scottish Tree with my friend standing in it |
by Christine Jordaan
2016
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