Your heart howls Wounds unhealed Apart and open Speak, Death, and enter Take the broken antlers And draw Her sigil Moonlight! Make your offering! Blood! Let the dust consume it! Take Her spear Hunt it down that which torments you To the edges of the Earth Drive her weapon into its heart Feel the warmth of its ichor Twist and pull And hear its death cry Take your trophies Drape its hide on your form Bring the head to Her temple Honor her gifts to you Keep the fresh antlers for the next ritual You have overcome You are purified But your heart will still howl