The Crone

The Crone

ANGIE BUCHANAN·FRIDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2018

The Wheel has turned

Once more I stand

As darkness spreads across the land

I beckon you with outstretched hand

Come forth and face me as I am.

I am She who stalks the night

I reign supreme o’er death and life

I am the Queen of second sight

Come forth the dance begins

I walk between the worlds The Crone

I watch you reap what you have sown

I call the Summerland my home

In your heart -- you know me

I dry your tears, I hear you moan

As loved ones leave their skin and bone

To travel on this path alone

I see it all I am The Crone

I’ll alter your reality

Make you face mortality

Bring you down on bended knee

I am She who wails

You honor me because you must

In perfect love and perfect trust

For hope eternal springs from dust

Behold, the Maiden fair

For in the Spring I birth anew

A Maiden, fresh as morning dew

To walk the wheel once more with you

And come face to face with myself.

Come to this place beyond the veil

Where eyes are bright and light is pale

Where hearts are heavy and words – they fail

Come forth this Samhain Eve.

~Angie Buchanan ©2000