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FIRE!
I feel a rising flame of passion, OH!
I am ablaze
with inspiration.
Look!
as I speak
drops of
liquid gold
drip
from my tongue.
See!
sparks!
leap!
from each fingertip.
My hands,
my finest magic tools.
Each
touch
is a
shock -
electric,
potent
for healing
or for creating
the art of the craft.
For I am an artist
and
My Art
is MAGIC!
OH!
I am Brigit
Bride of the Sun
and if you sleep with me this night
I'll set
your soul
on FIRE!
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Tur-ning-in-side-out
gold aflame
orange afire
red of blood
sweet water of life
ever roaring
ever flowing
A fire feed by water
as the flame of the spirit
burns ever in the depths.
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WATER!
cold and quenching, AH!
I am damp
with a rich
stickiness
that heals
and births.
Look!
as I talk
drops
of liquid silver
drip
from my tongue!
As sounds of music drip languidly like metheglyn
from the bronze strings of the harp,
As words sweet like honey drip
from the rosey lips of the bards.
For I am a Poet,
the Poet
of
Magic!
And if you sleep with me this night
I'll dance
your soul
on water!
AH!
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