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.