The Beautiful Crone
The beautiful Crone has returned once again
Mother through mother her wisdom has gained
Many roads travelled, dangerous and dark
With the light of the source no longer a spark
The message of ages so powerfully passed
To those that so need it, and that’s why it lasts
Her work is observed in the highest of places
And this is because
She leaves spiritual traces
When all is done, as was rightfully planned
When the needy ones finally learn to stand
When demons are scared of She who knows
And the winds of confusion cease to blow
It is then that we’ll find the beautiful Crone
Cannot die and will live on.
Feel her heart and feel Her near
But do not fear Her
She’ll be You one year. 
By Waterkat 
WORD POWER
The words rise up within me just like fumes within the air
Coming from where?
As they pass by my heart they solidify, they are charged
Taking a form more than feeling
Containing the power and strength to break through
Anything that’s not real
Anything that’s not true
Till the mighty wall of ‘You Cant Touch Me’
Crumbles and falls
Now I’m feeling free
I release my words back into the air
So they can touch another
And if my words can break your wall
I dare to call you my brother.
by Waterkat
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