Flights of fancy
Upon a Wiccan way I wended through the garden
Seeking answers, ecstasy, as well as pardon
The pulse of life continues as the waterfalls ignite
The rumble of the essence brings cascade of will and sight
A settling occurred as time progressed
The lion sprouted wings at wind's behest
Whether soul proceeds or not, addressed
In soaring all alone of dispossessed
Loving flight became the final test
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