27 February 2013
Four paper birch lanterns, Flickering souls on a witchlake floating, Red, white, blue and green
Crowlight shining through Rowan and Oak Dark eyes, watching me, The scent of something silver and gold Whispers of a tale yet to be told
Wolf, owl, fox and kite A carousel of animal in chameleon light Snowflakes On leaf spirals, falling Winters spirit wood is calling Breathe evergreen yew leaves Shamanic cider tea, Druid magic Seven sycamore seeds planted in ancient frozen peat
Here comes the woodcarver, stalking Stag, crow, pike and weasel Here comes the cloud Druid Sky, wind and snow his easel
Breathe birch moon breeze Eat. Drink, snowood stream water Watch. See, a canopy of forest huts And an empty jar good to store Crow light ...,
I can smell Witch Mask of wings, fly like kite Wolf eyes spy through the wheels of a wagon of a Cowley Road Fair Dare me steal a witch blade? And then...... E V E R Y T H I N G
Stops. Witchking larvae cobwebs our land, Shivering spiderlight Green Jacks RUN! For behold, The Stick Hoard! A Witch Lord comes in a march Of a Rowan Moon Song sung By shadows of my past.
Rowan Moon Song • Opuss № I