Steve Trimmer - Druidess

Sweet Druidess, thy magick truely awes me
With gentle kiss, thy potion cures maladies
On dolmen alter, or in the glen
Thy incantations, make ammends
Thy silver disk will wax and wane
Ne`er retained, I beseech thee
Bring me there again

Steve Trimmer

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