The Dance

Both Bard and Branch.

With the Wind

Do their Dance

One with Words

The other Leaves

Showing what can not be seen

Yet they know

What is in between

TDK / The Druid King

(c) George King 2014

New Moon Night. Written in Black and Silver Moon Shine

Way off in the late of Night.

When the New Moon's Darkness shines so Bright.

There appears far away, a small and flickering Light.

Are there wild Druids in the deep woods Tonight?

Perhaps with the Fae they have come to dance and Delight.

It is said the old ones live in the trees and only come out on the Blackest Night.

Others swear they have seen them dancing and doing spell with the Witches in the Moon's full Light.

All I know is my hearth wishes I was young again dancing in the woods wild and sky clan. Till Sun brings back its Bright.

Love of Dark Love of Light be my Goddess and kiss me in the Astral this very night.

The Druid King

Copyright January 16, 2013 George King

Coffee is in the Cauldron, written in sparkling firelight red ink.

Coffee is in the Cauldron may we are share as Body and Soul we do bare. Here in the firelight of our hidden Hearthstone.

 Tribe and Family of our choice, .in perfect love and perfect trust. No ashamed of how we feel or even of our burning lust.

 For Body needs Body and Soul Needs Soul, as in our arms we each other hold. While in our magick, dance the Goddesses and Gods of forgotten times so old.

 They have come to our great circle from four corners of the earth. North West South and East each in love to join our feast.

 Wearing nothing but Earth Fire Air and Water as both Women Man Goddesses and Gods now all Sky Clad bee.

 As we the last of the Witches and Druids dance around the scared fire and our Ancient OAK Tree.

 The Druid King

 Copyright February 24, 2012 George King