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Carole Lane - When the Great Mother of olde sits weaving her web...
CarWhen the Great Mother of olde sits weaving her web
ole Lane - When the Great Mother of olde sits weaving her web...
And sighs and whispers my name
and the wind carries it forth upon the wings of a Raven
Do I not heed the song
When the Great Mother seethes in wrath
And I honour her not
Does she then weave the web in such a manner
That I am entrapped
A pawn in her web of magic
And the brook sings such a mournful song o'er rocks and green moss
O maid cries she, the Moon in me behind my veil darkens and bleeds
Droplets of bile
that you would dishonour me so
Moreover weave I though fated, a misshapen path?
Ha- it is of no behoof to pick up your skirts and scurry
For the entrapment has begun.
From The Hidden Parchment Chapter 20.
and the wind carries it forth upon the wings of a Raven
Do I not heed the song
When the Great Mother seethes in wrath
And I honour her not
Does she then weave the web in such a manner
That I am entrapped
A pawn in her web of magic
And the brook sings such a mournful song o'er rocks and green moss
O maid cries she, the Moon in me behind my veil darkens and bleeds
Droplets of bile
that you would dishonour me so
Moreover weave I though fated, a misshapen path?
Ha- it is of no behoof to pick up your skirts and scurry
For the entrapment has begun.
From The Hidden Parchment Chapter 20.
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