Eventide

White, light, entwined
 The blood of oak
 Wing, carried seed
 The sacrament
 Twin, bulls
 The sacrifice
 Our, vows, intoned
 Now sanctified
 Rising, ever higher, our pleas ascend
 Golden, harvest sickle cuts clean
 The waxing, crescent, glares down
 This ritual, of oak, blood and seed
 My body bows at the wooded edge
 Eyes soaring beyond the horizon
 My limbs form branches, and outward
 Snapping stone seeking waters
 I feel the songs of my line
 Burning river of golden eyes
 Staring back
 Wolf eyes, stare within
 The bond lies cut.
 This blade of silver.
 Tear the veins of earth
 We are the ravens of dusk
 We are the stag at dawn
 We are the carving waters
 And the battle raging on
 We are the waxing moon
 We are the starless void
 We are the endless well
 And the river flowing inward
 And the river ever flowing
 And the river ever flowing.