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Woman Charms by Morgan McFarland

I am the white Doe who seven times flees.
I am pure & fleet, for I know that capture is Death to my Soul.

I am a grey flood upon which the boat is tossed.
I ebb, & I flood, & my water is uneasy.

I am a violent wind that stirs the depths.
I rise up in anger from my uneasy slumber.

I am a sun-spike ripping through the clouds.
I shall give forth the pure ray of reality.

I am a bird of prey who protects her brood.
I am cunning & canny & give shelter to my children.

I bring forth terror as the night-crow.
I guard the boundaries & seek the enemy from his corners.

I am dense smoke & heavy fire.
I cloud the reason of man & elevate she who would brave my flame.

I am the fire-forged sword whose blade is blood-tempered.
I am the amazon who never wounds, but destroys the usurper, row upon row.

I am Wiser than the cicling salmon within the holy pool.
I am the hazel nut that feeds the Wicce & spells the Lore in her ear.

I am the Variecoloured snake who crowns the hill of inspiration.
I inflict the deadly sting upon the heavy-footed & uninspired.

I am the thicket that will hide neither the Boar Nor the Roebuck.
I am the daughter who wields the spear of the Sacred Name.

I am a Tide more Violent than it's waves speak.
I am the terror in the shingle's rattle against the crumbling Cliffs.

I am the Sea Waves whose crest is Brilliant foam.
I shall not be stopped, & I shall ceaslessly eat away the ENEMY Shore.


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