by James Lloyd George
Three Woulds into the cauldron go, but, this, the wise remembers:
First the Dragon’s Breath evoke – the spell is in the embers!
The first of Woulds to taste her flames is: “I would love her Mysteries!”
To let my witch-blood dance with those who shared her troubled histories.
The second Would to join the first is: “I would love her names!”
To hear my lips espousing passions of poets who lit her flames.
The final Would to make them three is: “I would love her kin!”
To bless the mortals, nymphs and fey; and all who love our Queen.
A quickening blaze! A sensual feast! See the Woulds impassioned!
Behold the Dragon’s tongue at work to weave the words I’ve fashioned!
Flaming roar devouring all that holds me to my weakness.
Phoenix-blood aglow and dancing; embers, raw and fearless!
Desire rich with ecstasy, now draws me closer still;
I step into the Dragon’s maw and harken to her will.
Untouched by fear, I lay me down, upon the vital embers
while metamorphosis of old, prompts my soul: “Remember!”
“If thou wouldst love my Mysteries, my Sacred Names and Kin;
thy soul must pierce the Veil of Death to hear my summoning!
Now gather, child, unto my fires, imbibed with cunning stealth;
and know my Sacred Mysteries resides within thyself!