The Secret of the King of Wands

 

 

I am part wanderer

I am part rooted tree

splinters shudder and strain

at invisible chains

to hold for eternity

what luck what love

a chance mistake was made

a rip in the seam

that madness forgave

the wheel can turn upstream

follow me

only the fool

burns the cross

upon which he is laid

but the fire

my love,

the burning Pyr

is the only

way to leave

just ask the sun

Till wood and wind are one

-White Witch

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