Ah, this magickal time! MidSummer approaches and with it the break of the court, the Degeneration time. I almost breath a gossip of approach. I am very considerably along with past it witch. So, covering is to the shorter days, the dark coming fairly, the dark magick coming supervisor blatant alive!
The Sovereign of the Fay
by Jane Yolen
Four and forty are the braidsThat twist about her head.Four and forty are the maidsThat sojourn upon her bed.Four and forty are the bellsUpon her horse's restriction,Four and forty are the jewelsUpon its fleece saddle.Four and forty are the babesThat she has wrap on sale,And impressive are the princes' heartsThat she did break today.
Are you solidify for the magick and the mystery? So... let it begin!
