Mabon

Sep 23, 2021, 6:20 PM

Poetry » Landscape, Other

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Mabon is finally here

Blessed let it be

I've waited for it

Half a year

Just to see

The purity of the falling, golden leaves.

Mabon is here.

I can hear the Triple Goddess calling my name

When the full-moon is rising above the skies

the sight is mesmerizing, eternal Her flame.

Mabon is here, embracing our souls.

My body is covered with roses, thorns, and bones.

In the woods we gather,

Shall become one,

Dancing around the fire until dawn,

Singing, we take off our human skin

Light up a pyre to burn our sins.

Mabon is here.

We give our offerings,

to our Mother, sacred is Her name.

"I give my blessings" - we hear,

As we turn around we saw a silhouette

"She is here" - I said,

bowing down my head.

Mabon is here.

Blessed let it be.

I've waited for it half a year

Just to see

the fall of the golden leaves,

the amber tears of the trees,

the soil soaked with rain,

the harvest covered with traces of yellow & red,

the rivers washing away the pain.

/ So mote it be /

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