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      Hey folks, our online shop is now up and running, at the moment we mainly have jewellery but we also have athames, art and wands at the moment but will be also supplying hand made incense, candles and other witchy things in the near future.
      It would be great if you could pop by and let us know what you think.
    • NorseNephilim
      By NorseNephilim
      'So careful of the type?' but no.
      From scarped cliff and quarried stone
      She cries, ‘A thousand types are gone:
      I care for nothing, all shall go.
      'Thou makest thine appeal to me:
      I bring to life, I bring to death:
      The spirit does but mean the breath:
      I know no more.' And he, shall he,
      Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair,
      Such splendid purpose in his eyes,
      Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies,
      Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,
      Who trusted God was love indeed
      And love Creation's final law?
      Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw
      With ravine, shriek'd against his creed?
      Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills,
      Who battled for the True, the Just,
      Be blown about the desert dust,
      Or seal'd within the iron hills?
      No more? A monster then, a dream,
      A discord. Dragons of the prime,
      That tare each other in their slime,
      Were mellow music match'd with him.
      O life as futile, then, as frail!
      O for thy voice to soothe and bless!
      What hope of answer, or redress?
      Behind the veil, behind the veil.
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