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The Witch-Queen Of Avalon

by Myself

Beware if you are pure in heart,
For your soul may yet be won.
By a woman of the evil ways,
The Witch-Queen of Avalon.

Men see her as she wears a gown
Of glowing transparent red.
Little knowing she seeks another,
To be on her list of dead.

She casts her spells upon their eyes
To stop them going on their way.
Never knowing that this fair maiden
Is the witch Morgan Le Fay.

She invites them to her Realm,
Her seductive eyes do gleam.
And laughs when revealing who she is,
As they start to scream.

Brought up to practise the darkest arts,
And cast spells that have been forbidden.
She waits for her next victim,
Her identity kept hidden.

So remember when you see a damsel,
And don't want to travel on,
You may yet be speaking to
The Witch-Queen of Avalon.

Into The
Twilight

by
W B Yeats

Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight;
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.

Your mother Eire is always young,
Dew ever shining and twilight grey;
Though hope fall from you and love decay,
Burning in fires of a slanderous tongue.

Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill:
For there the mystical brotherhood
Of sun and moon and hollow and wood
And river and stream work out their will;

And God stands winding His lonely horn,
And time and the world are ever in flight;
And love is less kind than the grey twilight,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.

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The
Wizard's
Secret

by Myself

The King spoke to his Wizard,
"Thou art my loyal and devoted friend.
Without your wise counsel
Throughout these years,
I thought my reign would end.

Lately my people have been restless,
For reasons I cannot know.
But with the help you'll give
In the times that lie ahead,
The discontent will surely go."

The bearded old Wizard left the King,
And hobbled down the hall.
The aged sorcerer would visit
Where his books were kept,
And consult the crystal ball.

He entered the chambers where he lived,
And carefully locked the door.
No one must know the secret
That he had these months,
Or what would happen if they saw.

He cast a spell upon himself,
As the Wizard began to wail.
His form had changed
And then the clothes,
To that of a young female.

This evil, yet beautiful enchantress,
Had a body and curves to behold.
A dress cut to the thigh
Showing shapely legs,
But with a smile so very cold.

"I killed that old Wizard months ago,
While his body did bend.
Now influencing the King
To say just the words I wish,
Will mean this Kingdom's end."