The Magick is the melody between — Chapter VI.
The Magick is the melody; Enchantment is the rapture born of hearing it
And to touch Enchantment is to open oneself to all the Chaos of creation.
Though my body is born of flesh, my soul is born of the divine.
Order fashioned my limbs;
Chaos formed the secrets of the hidden mind.
I learn the Magick, and I walk in both worlds,
Enraptured by the melody.
I was born in the mountains, and my voice is strong;
I am the Hawk on the cliff,
The Stag of seven tines,
The Blaze on every hill,
The wide Flood across a plain.
A sage of the forest;
I am the knower of Enchantments and Magick,
Keeper of the secrets of the Sunlit Oak and Shrouded Wildwood.
One hundred years I slept beneath a thorn
Until my feet became roots and the blossoms…
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