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In Praise of The Vanadis
In Praise of The Vanadis
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Behind the Door of Gold lies the darkness of the Gap,
The knocker is a sunbeam and on the Door I tap,
It opens to the Stone of Power where my Lady has her Way,
Where fields of darkness yield to light as sunrise paints the day.
The Maiden of the Spring who brings the start of every year
Has bought my soul’s shy maidenhead with tenderness and tears.
The Lover of the Summer who comes in finest gold
Has bought my soul’s green maidenhead with truer stories told.