Spellbound, I held him in my arms✨ summonded by magick, candles and charms✨ Illusions of distance and linear time✨dispelled by a bewitching rhyme✨that which I desire shall be mine✨My Beloved will come to me✨So mote it be.✨
She had a special way with words, knew how to soothe his unquiet Soul. Written in velvet, wrapped in silk, the Truth fell upon his hungry ears. For with a magic touch, the woman knew just how to ease his fears. Was it witchcraft, he never knew. She smiled, for her power was so much more than the arcane arts.
Love heals all.
Eily Nash ~2021
A golden crown upon my head
Clothed in a gossamer gown
I sit upon a silver throne
My palace is my heart’s home
I have no subjects, I am all alone
All cares, burdens, concerns unladen
For others sins, I have long atoned
From skies above the Goddess looked down
Upon her broken and lost Handmaiden
The Lady in Her mercy revealed to me
Her Majesty and Secrets of alchemy
Now I preside from the seat of my soul
I am healed and whole.
Queen of all Witchery
Eily Nash ~2020