Blackbird Gates

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By MorbidMaiden

Blackbird sing your song to me, Sing of the spirit of the old oak tree, Sing of the Green Man, the Goddess and the land, Sing of the earth from the hlls to the sand. Blackbird sings his song to me, I see the Otherworld glisten within he, I see his wings stretch out and take the wind, I see him fly away to join his native kin. Blackbird sung his song to me, A song so sad yet he sung it merrily, I saw him fly away never to return, Until the cold has left and the Beltane fires burn.

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May 28, 2008 14:31Annie B. SnowRaven

This is so beautiful. it's like you really got the love of magic back into me (I'm a beleiver by the way). I like your style too, your wirds are in the right places. Fantastic job!
Oh and thank you so much for your comments, they helped me a lot.

May 29, 2008 11:05MorbidMaiden

Thank you so much! I really appreciate your comment :-)

February 25, 2009 17:10Tyler Cedric Golden

wow a very expressive and well written poem! fantastic job and thank you for your previous comment!