Sarephim's World Of Magick

The Holy Brail

She hangs upon the vine of truth and death,
Absorbing wisdom with every breath,
Her mind reading the DNA brail,
The sacred blood of the Holy Grail,

Knowledge that flows through her mind,
Includes the secrets that will save mankind,
Bathed in the light of Holy Starfire,
She seer�s the coming of the Messiah,

But everyone knows this is so,
What are the things they don�t know,
What secrets do the dreamers keep,
That will awaken their frozen sleep,

All she has to do is crack the code,
To see the omens and what they bode,
Then her psyche will read the story,
And see the truth behind the glory,

The wizard starts to whisper in her ear,
Come closer now the truth is near,
Look into the light and behold,
The tale that�s waiting to me told,

A tale of visitors from out of space,
The arrival of the sacred race,
That lie sleeping in a sunken age,
Their secrets are hidden on every page,

Of the decisions that were made,
Before the sun began to fade,
And we had to formulate a plan,
That�s when the dreamtime first began,

Who knows what is real and what is not,
Of what is cold and what is hot,
Of what is black and what is white,
Of what is day and what is knight,

There is an �enigma� that�s �in game�,
And anagrams that are the same,
The game is played with flowers and words,
That hides the ladies and the lords,

What comes in the Ark comes by two,
You see a face and it�s blue,
This is the holder of the key,
Then the truth you will see,

That we are here to set them free,
Those that hang upon the tree,
We must be careful not to make them fear,
Try not to make them shed a tear,

But to tell the truth that is a must,
For now it�s time for glory or bust,
Soon reality will start breaking down,
In every village and every town,

For now is definitely the time,
To gather the grapes from the vine,
There is no need to crush them under feet,
Where the water and the wine meet,

Mixed together they create a rosy glow,
This is a secret the gardeners know,
These are the essences we need to blend,
For time and space we need to mend,

One chosen one came by two,
This is the truth I always knew,
Once things had happened but now they haven�t,
Before time came and before time went,

One thing is for sure time flows both ways,
Shuffle the cards to shuffle the days,
Never sacrifice, not a single one,
Scrub the web till the blood is gone,

Make the fibres nice and clean,
Pearl�s of wisdom we sift and glean,
End at the beginning and begin at the end,
What once seemed the enemy is now the friend,

Tied together by loves swift knot,
Is it a cup, cauldron or pot,
To blend, to mix and melt,
The feelings and emotions needed and felt,

To undo the future and undo the past,
Be very still while moving very fast,
And when these things have been,
The past and the future will have gone.

Come-Pass-Sion

Copyright �2002 Sarah Earnshaw