An Bean Feasa

Shes an Outlier

Born of desire

Drawing the wilderness in with love

She speaks in vortex a cryptic wind

In your magnetic blood she spins

From a throne, to a tower. Her feminine power

Prowling your borders at every hour.

From womb ever born A triune convergence of eternal hours her seasons writ over you skin

The snares of mind have wounded her kind so much,so much her weeping

For shes is wild

Only Child,

The Maiden, Mother and Crone.

Throwing sticks and spitting magic, Kissing the world as it turns

Shes the bitch, the Sacred Witch A benevolence alit from within

All creation keens forward in mystification The veil is incredibly thin

Refuse her no more,open the door Time to summon her in.

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