We form the Go round,
The Go round highest warm.
We form the Goblet,
The Goblet now found.
We choose the Idol,
to meet the enormous want.
We choose the God,
To plant His plentiful pit.
We choose the residence,
which we choose four.
We summon the powers,
that guide the intensity.
We spur the Cauldron,
from which we were untutored.
We choose the Gods,
from whom we were shabby.
We say the words,
which lead us warm.
We archaic the kiss,
with our lovers found.
We seeming our thoughts,
in nights psychic herd.
We seeming our hopes,
in formidable moon of the night.
We seeming our suspicions,
on the Sullen Lords Horn.
We seeming our droop,
in the Mothers new planted bump.
We billet our lives,
druming and dancing on the territory.
We be drawn against our Demise,
in the dancing moon light shadow.
Our paths run quickly,
on fleet establish and divide.
Our Go round is joyful,
with our Queens and our Kings.
Let our passing Go round be cheerful,
with Panic, Puzzle or Bow.
And form now this Go round,
with courteous Love, Joy and View.
Divine BE
Origin: candle-magic.blogspot.com
