Lady of the Lake

Lady of the Lake

By Muninn's Kiss

There are few places,

Sweet Sumner Maiden,

Where I Feel you half as much.

Soft light of fading dusk,

Reflecting off gentle waves,

Of the deep dark well of the lake.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The gentle waves rippling,

Like your hair in a gentle breeze.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

The fiery sunset blazing,

Like the gold and fire of your hair.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The deep water, black and quiet,

Like the dark depths of your secrets.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

The gentle breeze across water,

Your soft breath on my skin.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

The waters so gentle I see a sword,

Raised up by your hand, O Lady of the Lake.

I call to you, Sweet Maiden,

Send your wind,

Rising across the water,

A soft breeze,

A mighty gale,

Raise the wind,

My sweet Nimue,

Lady of the Lake,

Corn Maiden,

Bringer of Wind,

Consuming fire,

The wind across your lake,

The power of your joy,

The power of your anger.

I call to you, Sweet Nimue,

Sweet Maiden,

My Lady of the Lake.

At the Gates of Dusk

At the Gates of Dusk
By Muninn's Kiss

I stand alone at the Gates of Dusk,
A fire blazing in the sky.
The trees are shadows, the clouds they glow,
The water reflects the light.
A sun half down but still half up,
Dying but still alive.
A time of change, a liminal time,
A time that is between.
She stand before me and opens the Gates,
The oldest but latest born.
She beacons forward to follow the sun,
Down to its lonely grave.
Alone I stand with only her,
The enticing and love Dusk.
But back I step from that fair breach,
And turn my eyes to home.