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Why should I sit and sigh

Broo and bracken, broo and bracken

Why should I sit and sigh

All alone and weary



When I see the plover rising

Or the curlew wheeling

It's then I'll court my mortal lover

Back to me is stealing



When the moon begins her waning

I sit by the water

Where a man born of the sunlight

Loved the Faerie's daughter



Oh, but there is something wanting

O but I am weary

Coming blithe, now bonny treads he

O'er the knolls to cheer me

They say the flame wrought winds are dead;

Ethereal dancing, jeweled wings - no more.

Monolithic rationality is the head.

Noble dreams and works - shattered, torn.

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Their world was theirs - never doubt.

But the magic and power faded away,

When the light gave way to spiritual drought

and Oppenheimer replaced Morganna Le Fay.

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But in some strange souls they found a home:

Those inspired, lost, exiled castaways.

Music and verse and The Craft are the bones

Of these long lost archetypes of elder days.

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And it takes a mere seed to create an oak,

and music and light, rain and mirth,

bridging land and sky with it's growth;

fulfilling the call to renew the Earth.

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So nurture these dragons who live within you-

The Burning has ended and they may go free.

Let them grow so that their work may

continue.



An it harm none, do what ye will - Blessed Be!