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A walking I must go

Down through the dreary pine

To meet the woodsy Lord

And make the sacred bind

I walk beneath the moon

Across her silent fields

Through forest and through marsh

With twilight as my shield

She takes me in her shroud

And whisks me on my way

Down to the hidden copse

Where the sacred altar lay

Tucked amongst the pines

An ancient slab of stone

A long forgotten shrine

Bathed in moss and bone

And as the night grows still

And creeping shadows grow

I offer up my blood

To call the spirits home

Beneath the fields of stars

The old ones dance and sing

Round their ancient fires

A sacrament of flame

Spirits converge under cover of night

Called down from timeworn stars

Forgotten keepers of the sacred pine

Forged in cosmic fire

Encircling the altar in the pale moon light

Called down by blood and bone

They join their spectral bodies into mine

Imparting me with a sacred song

A blaze in the heart of a sleeping god

A long forgotten dream

Awakened by the cry of my flute upon the wind

He descends upon the glade

Amidst the mist the ancient beast beckons

A crown of antlers cradling the sky

Inside his heart the nightsong softly echoes

A forgotten spell to invoke the fated hand of twilight

A sacred path transpires

Born of dust and stars

The ghostly stag becomes me

I walk the path of ancient light

Born again amongst the stars

An ancient Magick penetrates my soul

And with the sacred covenant fulfilled

The vision fades into the shadows of the blackened night

At the edge of twilight

I turn to leave

I pass my hands across the stone

A spell softly whispered

On the winds of time

One day I shall return

Fated

To the moss covered bones on the altar of the moon

To the moss covered bones on the altar of the moon