Once again the wheel has turned
I sense the change in energies.
You now reflect upon lessons learned
And how they transform your reality.
I am known as the Queen Of The Night.
Across the winds I hear your moans.
I am the mistress of second sight
I view it all, I am the crone.
You revere me because you must.
Through me you face your mortality.
In perfect love & perfect trust.
You understand things yet to be.
At the crossroads I now stand.
And watch you reap what you have sown.
The veil of night spreads across the land.
As loved ones leave their skin and bones.
I hold the mysteries of life and death.
The Summerland I call my home.
I take your hand, upon your last breath.
Through the veil we walk
I Am The Crone...
