Pilgrimage

One of my midnight hikes to the sacred places...

Pilgrimage

A sacred place, high upon a clouded moore,

the path grown thick with troubles and thorns.

A new moone rises upon the hallowed grave,

where pilgrimages lent, and prayers be made.

Scents of night, cloud senses with fear;

for one can tell wolves and foxes be near.

Eventhough my sight may betray,

I know night disapates to bring new days.

The shadows move quick and lights be found,

but I am safe in the fearie round.

I can hear bugs and strange animals sing;

only messages of blessing they bring.

The tree stands mighty, no one shall break

for I learned the secrets never to forsake.

But if the will be strong and the heart held true,

you can make it up the hill too.

Beware the steps that may shake your faith

or the olde words, not to be disgraced.

Reviews

[Gypsy_Moon]

Very beautiful and well penned write. Enjoyed very much. I look forward to reading more of your writes. Gypsy_Moon