Prose of the Pagans
Writings of the Wicca and More..
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The Visit of the Goddess
The crescent moon falls 'neath the silky gray cover of the clouds, smiling gently as the stars poke out of the night's dark velvet. There is a hushed wind, like the flight of the butterflies o'er a lush valley, echoing in remembrance of what is to come. From the shining moonlight path strides a woman, three faces joined in harmony of the flesh, her every step coaxing beautiful flowers from the dark soil. Her dress flutters around her in cascades of this white silk, and her eyes are as vast as the galaxies themselves, as vast as the thousands of names she is known by. With a gentle and warm grace she walks, down the grassy slope of the moon's hill to the lake below, where she sits at the edge. Outstretching long, slender arms, she takes a star from the sky, and holds its glittering eye in her palm, caressing it with the soft and silken tendrils of her silver hair. The star burns bright, and, as she releases it away, there is a tone like the chiming of an ancient bell, one not rusted or imperfected by the touch of time. As this star bathes the vale in the blue nimbus of its glow, the Goddess bids her farewell...for the night, at least.
By me, Cosmix Galaxia.
Chosen
It was a long time ago, but not so long, for the rifts of time are easy enough to step through. It is an ancient tale, as old perhaps as the way itself, and now it lived again on the lips of an old and wisened woman. The night was quiet, and the song of the crickets was lulling as the young witch Morgan stepped forward. A smile played across her lips, and her hands trembled with anticipation, as the tall woman in front of her stepped to the side. The other woman gestured to the plainly woven mat, and the young witch took her seat. There was a low, throaty sound, the sound of the others murmuring as the witch took the way of a rite she had learned since childhood. There was a light above, an ancient and blessed light, and it shone down even brighter as the tall woman traced a sigil in the air. The witch struggled to reach the light, but neither etheric nor physical form could reach...all seemed hopeless. Suddenly, a gasp rose up from the others. The light came down to the witch, reaching with long fingers of starlight to embrace the woman. The surge of power was so overwhelming that the young one rocked witht he surge of it, the clean and holy power. This lasted for but a moment, but in that moment, that sencond within seconds, the witch knew the touch of the Goddess, and she was at peace.
By me, Cosmix Galaxia.
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