Spirits of the land

This is a pagan poem enjoy

Water is my blood
The river is where my heart flow
The winds is where my ancestors speak to me

Spirits of fire burns through
The land is where i speak to gods
The moon is where i speak to goddess

In this life I didn’t leave for me
In this i became stronger

In time i fond the path
In spirits of the raven
I was reborn

The goddess
The gods
All heard my cries

Yet i was full of sorrow
And in this i was reborn
For beauty of this land

Reviews

[Relic]

There is a deepness in this. It may resemble the voice from long ago that inherited strength through myth or magic. Or maybe both. This is a fine poem, Raven.

[Raven moon]

This poem talks about how I found peace with the gods and goddesses also talk about me converting Into pagan