Poem — Rassragrmol

Once he knelt before the Lady, long ago And mastered was the Master in his pride, And once he walked while in a witch’s guise And while in Samsey worked a witch’s spells. And so I wear my vestments, women’s guise; Adorned with bells, I wear the cat-skin gloves; In rites untamed I offer up … Continue reading Poem — Rassragrmol