An ancient Dragon bellowed her last flame.
She wondered if life would ever be the same?
The fire in her belly had slowly died.
Tears fell, her heart cried.
Would she descend into gnarly old age,
Or cease to exist without desires and burning rage?
~Eily Nash 2019
Gorgeous dragon from Pixabay 🔥
No longer sensing her Presence by his side,
the dark Mage vainly searched
the ethers for the witch’s Essence.
For that which magick engendered
had disappeared as a thief into the night.
Silver scissors cut the cords
and silken ties became undone
in all directions of time.
Firm upon the rich dark earth I do stand,
My seeking arms reaching up to touch dove grey skies.
Softly, slowly raindrops fall and still I call.
Dancing, chanting, singing, weaving until
A sheet of rain falls down upon my silken sky clad skin.
With a singing heart, this child of Gaia smiles,
Showered by love and blessings from above
Knowing she has summoned, you…
Her one true love.✨
© Eily Nash
Is waking reality all it seems
Does Truth lie within your dreams?
In your thoughts and in your head
The Shadow Dancer in your bed
She is the ice, she is the fire
She is the flames of your desire
Through the ethers Magic flew
Did her witchcraft enchant you?
Eily Nash (2018)