Sarephim's World Of Magick

Tea Temple

A city arose in the mists of Avalon,
Where Angels danced to a mystical song,
A mirage that appeared overnight,
Oh my God, it was a glorious sight,

Was it Camelot? Or a Bedouin Camp,
That I espied by light of a Genie�s lamp,
With an orange half moon hanging in a perfect sky,
And in the distance I heard the goddess sigh,

With Dragons walking by my side,
I felt an awe I couldn�t hide,
We walked down streets draped with grace,
I gazed at an Angel and smiled in his face,

With a smile he returned my gaze,
As together we walked through this eerie maze,
Drawn onwards by a distant light,
That shone like a beacon in the night,

When we arrived at the Tea Temples Dome,
We discovered that a wizard was at home,
So we helped him weave a magical spell,
A secret potion for him to sell,

A potion to cause alchemical change in men,
To help them feel happy and well again,
The wizard he is a funny man,
Though I must admit I am a fan,

His wife a beautiful genie from the Middle East,
Served us up with a fantastical feast,
Then she showed me how to belly dance,
As she wove a spell of Mysteek and romance,

Then we all laughed and played,
As some more tea was made,
Having too much tea, I went for a pee,
And found a giant pink fairy up in a tree,

She was suffering a fit of rage,
So I took her to see the mage,
He helped her to calm down,
And straightened up his fairy crown,

In the Tea temple there�s always a party going on,
It doesn�t matter who you are or where you�re from,
So come pay us a visit in the Tea Tent,
When you�re feeling tired and spent,

Let us help to revive you,
With a special cup of our magical brew,
Come and sit by the fireside,
Where your true face you don�t have to hide,

You can just be yourself,
Whether you�re a fairy or elf,
Come and listen to the Angel sing his song,
And find the place where you belong.

Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw