My Book Of Shadows

I touch the coat of my majestic horse

And I feel the ground

Pulsating underneath like a tribal drum

In this old forest

My power is within the hollow oak tree

Talking stones and dancing bees

The ivy grows up and climbs me

As if I was a tree

I listen to the voice of the Goddess Mother

I read your thoughts of my Book Of Shadows

I'm the warrior lady

Are you scared of me?

Come to me

I am the night itself

I love my despair and my madness

I love my hatred and my sadness

I love my despair and my madness

I love my hatred and my sadness

I love my despair and my madness

I love my hatred and my sadness