The hawk is Hooded (Explicit)

The hawk is hooded written by Alan.s.Robinson

The hawk is hooded docile on its masters hand

The jingling jesses jolted by the prancing horse

Turning left then right, prompted by a hard won spur

That gently presses, and sets the course

Far from her

The eagle lectern holds the sacred words

The stained glass windows form the picture book

Saints, sinners, demons, carved intricate with care

A priest confesses, lies are it took

Shame on her

Down in the forest, wild besides a babbling brook

In a clearing filled with fox gloves where ancient stones have stood

A witches coven cackle round the cauldrons open hearth

A small boy dresses a doll to be dammed

By thoughts of her

Fire will burn flesh and soul

Water will turn the ashes to sand

Wind will blow the deserts on the land

And all that is green and living

Will turn to death and gold

Death and gold