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Cycle of the Goddess

Maiden, mother and wizened crone,
I am these three and one alone.
As Mother first I birth the sun,
A new years cycle has now begun.
As Maiden then above I go,
As galanthus peeks through the snow.
Then when day meets night with equal length,
Springs new growth will show its strength.
As Maiden still I will abide,
With sacred hare by my side.
Now walks the land my Jack in Green,
A fertile King for this May Queen.
Male and Female then joined as one,
My lover and my future son.
As Mother now, at summer high,
The Sun looks down from in the sky.
To return the Land to it's full strength,
The Crone will go to any length.
In fields of gold they harvest corn,
I slay my Lord, I pause to mourn.
His blood flows red into the earth,
My womb, the source of His rebirth.
The Underworld now is His domain,
To bring forth the harvests I will remain.
The nights grow long, the sun stays low,
Now autumn's colours start to show.
Day to night, the balance tips,
Summer roses now turn to hips.
Pick now the fruits, and root crops lift,
As Mother now I bestow these gifts.
Tis Samhain now, or Hallowe'en,
And as the Crone I reign as queen.
Slaughter now your fattened stock,
So winter's cruelty you may mock.
As spirits past, now visit above,
I journey below to be with my love.
While winter's cold cleanses the Earth,
As Mother now I ready for birth.
Maiden, Mother and Crone so old,
As seasons turn my story is told.

©  Kev the Cosmic Fool 2004

 

 

 

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