The Power from on High
The circle formed
Arms held high
Energy building nigh
Silently told, prayers unfold
Magic raised to heights untold
The vortex raised towards the sky
Towards the glorious Goddess floating by
Calling to her daughters
The time for magic’s mystery is nigh
Inside the vortex coalesced
A form of gold and purple hues
The Sorceress at her brightly best
Stood motionless, centred at her Goddess’ behest
Silently communing
Energetically consuming
High powers never before felt
Controlled by one who dwelt
In human form found
The Sorceress of powers yet to be bound
The Sorceress
Blessings, Susan ♥
© Susan Jamieson 2014