Witch

Witch

A Poem by D. Gosa

                                       
While I sleep the gods watch over me
In my dreams, I fly over the gentle sea
Calmly passing mountains where wild men wait to teach
Children like myself, those who are always learning
Athame in hand, I part the strings of this world and that one
Never severing, but always within reach
Rambling waves of fire fuel the driven man and woman
Eternal passion in the grove of release, esoteric ecstacy
Denied naught, for we are Her sons and daughters
Everyone living for a reason- that which is for love

                                

© 2013 D. Gosa


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The alliteration in "esoteric ecstacy" is really good. "Grove of release" has a very nice ring to it too. A very able command over your vocabulary too. You cccan write wonderfully, keep writing, and posting.

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Added on March 6, 2013
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D. Gosa
D. Gosa

little rock, AR



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I'm an aspiring horror writer who is trying to get better (a LOT better) in my craft so all suggestions and criticism are very welcome. I write likeH. P. LovecraftI Write Like by Mémoir.. more..

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