An Alter with standard gear.
Rose petals of white, floating in a chalice of blood, red. A Priestess's monthly gift, to the cause...
Chalk of white in a circular form, upon a floor black.
Words rightly said, with rhyme beat... Herbs burning in a sack.
No Fear in a round room, the air so sweet, filled with vanilla and cinnamon...
Dark ceiling painted with florence paint of yellow and bone...Stars, comets ,and the Moon...
Candles aflame, corners four marked...
Shadows dance on panelled walls.
Elfs playing music, in the back of a bikers head...
Gnomes under his bed...
A Pentagram, high point facing East.
I sit alone, facing the beast within.
A warrior with balls...
Bathed. Fasted. Skyclad dressed, sword upon my back, white garter upon a scar cover thigh...
Within me Hell; Summerland; the past; the present; the future too...
My madness burns, my sadness turns; like the Alchemists fire...
Lead to Gold; Peasant to Prince; Carpenter to a God...
The Soul, the pyre. Within me all... So Heaven is I have been told...
Words, memories, pain, and shame each foes; every one a friend.
Voices within, around me the seers call. Visions, pictures in my head...Pain.
Power does cone. Energy rises. The Truth comes closer now! The Gods near, truly I ask, were they ever far?
The day spent in a bar; time wasted. A woman on my mind, my heart still in a bind. Bound no longer,
Now, as charcoal ignites oils and leaves.
The goddess is here, and I am sated...
Today nothing to ask, just Love to give...
So I give of myself, to myself, knowledge and love...
Today I give the Goddess my pledge once again...
Today I am....