I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to.

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I'm a dedicated witch of Wicca. I know how to use the Ouija and am very good working with the Crystal Ball.

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My poem:

The Station

A thin vapour, wafting amongst her shoes. Withered, careless memories, something she once knew.
A caller on the other side, of the embankment. Near and cold. Was just a distant memory, wasted. Burnt. Dead and old.
She knelt down on the platform, waiting, hoping to see once more:
What, who, was, for ever lost, to be here yet: Nevermore.

And so she waits, and waits until.
Until, one day, her heart and her pain will be ended. Will be finally fulfilled.

© Siobhán O' Reilly

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My poem:

The Prayer

Darkness was parted by longing
A grim, menacing monster of deep.
Pray, pray for a light emerging,
In mortal slumber, the sister of sleep.

But nothing. Nothing and no one to hear,
No calls for mercy, and no help was near.
Only blackness, deeper, almost purple its form.
Pray, pray for a helping hand in the eye of the storm.

A caller, yes a caller at the door! A saviour, a God?
To save her once more?
To help her dying soul, to wipe away the tears,
To quench the thirst of blackest fears.

On the way, on the way I rush, my caller!
Aeons I waited, my hope growing smaller.
All this time waiting for you to arrive.
Anxiety and loneliness both cut like a knife.

Oh caller, here I am, weak and foresaken,
I have no more heart, my soul has been taken.
Nothing more can I offer than this person I am.
Catch this pendulum, dark soul, in the palm of your hand.

Here I am! Here I am! She flung open the door.
Yet outside nothing, quiet and blackness galore.
Noone to save her, no love to explore.
Only the black night of madness to haunt her for ever more.

© Siobhán O' Reilly ++++++++++++++++++



My poem:

Fall Down

Lie beneath the willow, watch blossoms
Fall to ground like forgotten kisses.
Weave thoughts and dreams, dreams
That no dreamer dares to dream.
Wake up and never dream again.

Lie beside your lover. Watch his
Chest rise and fall in slumber.
Listen to the new soul, yet unborn
In your womb, who'll come and take your place.
Wake up and never dream again.

Lie beside your dying mother, watch her
Weak chest rise and fall in morphine sleep.
Watch her slowy waste away.
Recall every precious second of love and joy.
Wake up and never dream again.

Lie beneath the stars at night, gaze into
Black skies. Do you feel the Earth moving,
Can you drown between the stars?
Can you sense a loving God who made this all?
Wake up and never dream again.

Lie beside your own mortal coil. See yourself
Drifting, drifting away in a pool of red.
Do you hear the bells, the bells of forget?
Soon, all tears are dry, no one knows you existed.
Never wake up and never dream again.
© Siobhán O'Reilly

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My poem:

The Cry

All clocks stopped counting fleeting moments, whilst not a single cradle was rocked.
No shadows were cast, hence the skies and heavens split open.
All graves were unearthed, yet not a soul was to be found.

Not a single song from a single bird could chase away the evening's sorrow. No beautiful girl blew a kiss to a waiting lover. No child laughed away the darkness that lurked dancing just around the corner of madness.

Not a single poet wrote a single verse, not one book was opened to lay the dust that washed upon the shores of reason. There was neither a Tora, a Veda, a Qu'ran nor Bible to hold sway over aeons. Yet aeons held sway over all.

All mountains collapsed and the deserts froze over. All lakes were dried without a single stream to calm.
The flowers all bowed, the trees all screamed, all creatures turned and ran in awe of the perishing day.

The lands, the peoples the union of man were cast asunder, brother turned against brother, the Viper turned against the gods.
The temples were smashed, for fire is the serpent's only true friend.

And whilst all this happened, not a single bell was heard, and not a single blossom fell to earth.

The first step was taken, and yet no more would come. The sun, no longer man's friend, had descended to earth.


© Siobhán O'Reilly

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My new motto is: Courage! Shuffle the cards - and don't get caught.