Wiccan Skull Keeper Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

The Wiccan Skull Keeper, my safeguard of all,
With bones and skulls, it stands so tall,
A morbid body armor, my protection from strife,
Against swords and weapons that aim to take my life.
It stands in my chamber, a sacred space,
With candles flickering, casting shadows on its face,
The smell of herbs and incense, fills the air,
As I kneel before it, with reverence and care.
With each bone and skull, carefully placed,
It calls to me, with a familiar embrace,
My guardian, my shield, my source of power,
A symbol of death, yet in it, I see a flower.
For death is not the end, but a cycle of life,
And in the Wiccan way, it's not a cause for strife,
It is a transition, a journey to the other side,
Where our spirits roam free, unburdened by pride.
The Wiccan Skull Keeper, it speaks to me,
In whispers and murmurs, of secrets and mystery,
It tells tales of the past, of those who have gone,
And with their wisdom, I feel myself drawn.
Drawn into a trance, a state of deep peace,
As the skulls around me, seem to release,
Their energy, their essence, their ancient power,
And in that moment, I feel like a flower.
For the Wiccan Skull Keeper, it nourishes my soul,
Filling me with magic, making me whole,
It's not just a symbol, or a decoration,
But a vessel of knowledge, and a source of protection.
Protection against those who seek to harm,
With swords and weapons, cold and alarm,
But the Wiccan Skull Keeper, it stands strong,
A force of nature, a timeless bond.
With each passing day, it grows more grand,
Like a fine aged wine, it stands so grand,
And with each new skull, it becomes more wise,
A keeper of secrets, beyond the skies.
It holds the power, of those who have passed,
And in its presence, I feel so steadfast,
For it is my guide, my compass, my light,
In times of darkness, it shines so bright.
And when I face challenges, fears and doubts,
The Wiccan Skull Keeper, it helps me stand stout,
With its ancient energy, flowing through my veins,
I feel invincible, unbreakable, free from chains.
For it is more than just a collection of bones,
It is my protector, my shield, my home,
And as I lay down, to rest my weary head,
I know I am safe, in my Wiccan bed.
The Wiccan Skull Keeper, my guardian divine,
A source of wisdom, that will forever shine,
Against the swords and weapons, it will stand tall,
For it is the keeper, of the spirits of all.
So I thank you, my Wiccan Skull Keeper,
For being my guide, my safeguard, my keeper,
For with you by my side, I fear no foe,
For your magic, your protection, it doeth grand like a aged wine,
And with each passing day, it clears them out, like a medicine divine.


Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ The Wiccan Skull Keeper