(for Pamela)
Lost in the eyes of the silver wolf
Through sands of time you were the first
From purgatory your mind engulfed
The chakra's fire; to quench His thirst
White magic, and pennies for the ferryman
You are our guide from purgatory
From your healing touch, the weak will stand
And bring to life that which was buried
Our Mother Earth awaits your words
And smiling within a pentagram
Mystic gems that none could afford
Connect us to the living Lamb
Disheartened dreams of sticks of fire
Out of sight and out of mind
The wheels of time and blackest desire
Your enemies hand shall never find
Many times your pyramid crowned
Channeling love through my body
These words of truth are yours to own
From living flesh into astrology
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