Sarephim's World Of Magick

Angel At The Gate

There are two keys to a lock,
When you want to get water from a rock,
Forget about pebbles and stones,
And look for petrified dragon bones,

Time, time is the key,
Release time and set you mind free,
In fairy temple or standing stones,
Don’t be fooled by the illusion of your bones,

How would you know the next line,
If you wont listen to my little rhyme
Now lets talk of liquid light,
Focus on the orb in the Temple of Midnight,

Concepts come and go flying through you mind,
Delve deeper see what you might find,
Concentrate don’t lose the plot,
Draw the lines like dot to dot,

Then the picture starts to form,
It’s something strange it’s not the norm,
Pinpoint the four corners of the earth,
And you’ll discover one key is mirth,

One key is mirth; the other is a tear,
But there is another to release your fear,
Like Whirling Dervish’s spin out a web,
Energy is like a tide with a flow and ebb,

Round and round and round they go,
Shall I tell you something you don’t know,
So lets talk about the temples of time,
And carry on our little rhyme,

Where could you hide such a thing?
In a cave, cavern, temple or ring?
Maybe if you understand my little code,
You’ll be able to find one in your abode,

But it’s also fun to search far and wide,
For somewhere out there the Unicorn hide,
Just figure out the time and place,
If you wish to gaze upon his face,

You have to make sure your heart is pure,
For him to come to your heart’s lure,
But he is not in this space and time,
He is woven in between the rhyme.

Copyright ©2002 Sarah Earnshaw