Posted on: October 5, 2013 Posted by: Felicia S. C. Gooden Comments: 2

To know The Truth of all the ages.
To become one with all the sages.
Power is not what it seems to be.
Spirits are not for all to see.
Conjuring up the potion to give.
Manifesting health for others to live.
A powerful woman, loving at night.
Her soul still deeply infused with Light.
Communicating with those seen and unseen.
She walks the night cleansing the unclean.
In her eyes, one sees the gleam.
A Light so faint, yet present and beamed.
Her eyes, they seem to pierce the soul.
Her words convey the Truths of old.
Her power unmatched and her life untold.
The Priestess, she dwells, in the stories of old.

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