ARIANRHOD

To watch more closely over the tides, she remained!
Benevolent beauty.  
Ride the Sky Lady’s reign!
And be honored in awe, for our fateful blood moon shall shine
And the silver lining will find perfect timing to tend her heroic wounds.
So soon, we once again bless the bleeding scarlet scars,
which mark the mars of a mortal’s epitaph.

Driven by a dozen, brazen stallions, a chariot chases a charred entourage
The fiery manes of twelve steeds ablaze, amaze an audience
Warming the wounded heart of a golden goddess,
given the desolate, deserted decision to make or break the very being of a mortals meaning.
May our majestic maiden of The Celtic Moon have the healing heart of Karma's dart
directed at our fair maiden, laden in lament.
Grant her the gratitude in which we, ourselves have warranted in her
For our doomed destiny will eventually deliver an almighty angst from an angel’s thanks.
Plead for no applause nor ask for an appraisal,
appreciate the cause our fated feminine has endlessly endured to secure our entirety
Let her bless the rest,
of her lonely life. 
Offer her a worthwhile smile
that will assist the future mother of a cherished child.
For she will nurture the most inhumane mind from a divine mold.
An amateur angel must mature from the mere mortals,
existing on an insisting instance.

Once in a blue moon,
One mortal found that portal through perseverance.
Hence
A lunar priestess paves an unworldly way for this mortals prey
Upon brothers grave, eventual love evolves
A severed soul to save a sibling lasts a lifetime
upon an undying angel wing.
And the dead will mourn upon her celestial oars
As we swim on a whim, back to close shores.

‘My Celtic Moon Mother,
worshiped by applause.
Heed my cause,
my oath is yours’.

All the rough seas bring her down to their knees
Savor the star and relish the goddess of reincarnation
Daring devils and demons seize the moment of
Karma which has once again been bent, sent by the diseased
desires of lustful liars.
Remaining in reign, where our fair moon maiden doth rule
The secret center will give sanction to only one hellish rule
Thus in whisper Moon Mother,
Ye must seek out thy brother,
turning the tides from afar and wide,
harpooning the heart of a fiends fated mark.
Purge him from me dear priestess,
for the facetious flippant runs rampant through truant waters
Slaughter the insincerity he promised me in plea
And forever submerge the sacred soul of karmic role.
In applause, on all fours, I now vow
that no vex nor hindering hex shall harm the heroine.
In forgiving my lack of fortitude, I surrender strength
And enable your fable to be blessed by my brothers body at rest.
Behold…!
The benign fine printed priestess who will test eternity’s worth on earth
Mother of Moons,
let the tidal monsoons pave your path with purpose
Foremost lest your bequest be unknown, let Karma create ceaseless cause
for an endless applause.
I now bow here before you and place my pledge with avid advance.
As I stand here alone in sacred wake,
for goodness sake great goddess,
bestow all you owe for your love of a greater good.
Arianrhod, my mystic angel,
mark my words with your tongue and breathe vengeance from my livid lung.
Devour your destiny for all eternity as I entrust a truth in proof of certainty.
Avenge the merciless and sinister soul of my sibling,
Sabotage my brothers wicked wings,
as one would without chance of retaliation.
Change the chance of circumstance
for this opposing opportunity yields a field of undying unity
and you will revel in an absolute and utter creation of a silver supremacy.
Your majesty,
my immortal majestic mother,
There is no other, that could slay my brother.
For you are….
The Silver Sky Lady!

Carey Milton © 1/4/2016