Reflections of the Winter Solstice

Blood on the Birch, cold was the night

wind and snow, to and fro…

Gaut of the North, rides on the wind

traveling high, and down again.

Beyond the smoke, beyond the flames

disappear, within the dusk…

beyond our shapes, beyond our names

begin anew, from ash of luck.

Oak and Cherry, Apple and Spruce

white shades rising, under midnight blue…

thorns adorn all, that seek the flesh

faint lights flicker, far in the void.

Cry of the fox, sounds of the dark

break the silence, below the trees…

rays of the Moon, hooks of the soul

journey towards, Your majesty.

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