Another Tarot related poem...
In Merlin, I revealed a form
Yet not in permanence as norm
But taking grace into my sphere
I worked great powers that inhere
Beneath eternity, and yet reach forth
Up to the Old Powers of the North
But changing them in patterning
As I intone the words that sing
Of rebirth to another state
Beyond earth's desire, love or hate
My wand calls forth the greenest blade
Now rising as anew now made
Beneath my feet the flowers grow
Children born of fire and snow
And like a snake, time coils round
Enfolding me beneath death's mound
There to emerge from sleepless dream
In final rising as strange meme.
Lé Thée - Lé thée est eune sîmpl'ye bouaisson grée atout dé ieau bouoillante et des fielles stchies. Y'a un tas d'difféthents thées grées atout des difféthentes hèr...
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