Hidden Hallows
Hidden hallows, lonely vistas,
Moonlight shed in silver glisters,
From the night forsaken sisters,
Crowding at the tomb to sing.
Blood combining, intertwining,
On the works of witchcraft dining,
All their hearts and minds combining,
Pan their consort and their king.
Bones so brittle, as they whittle,
Sharpened daggers daubed with spittle,
Blood is needed, precious little,
Do not mind the sudden sting!
Blood, a bright precipitation,
Garnered for the night’s oblation,
Squealing soft in protestation,
Oh such fortune we shalt bring!
Use thy wits and magic, daughter,
Draw the signs upon the water,
Bring the sparrow for the slaughter,
Nevermore to grace the spring.
Bones upon the sod in whiteness,
Underneath the lunar brightness,
Robes of hessian worn in tightness,
Curving forms encircling.
Lift the skull in worship speaking,
All the things thy soul is seeking,
At the forest raiment peeking,
Underneath the vines that swing.
Sing in gusto to forever,
With thy incantations clever,
With thy mighty voices sever,
All the pain to which ye cling.
Mists upon the treetops falling,
With the winter solstice calling,
All thy bodies so enthralling,
Captured by the smiles ye fling.
Lifted by the silver twilight,
All the creatures born of midnight,
With thy voices in the limelight,
Unity a sacred thing.
Onward into unknown weather,
Borne across the lightless nether,
Roaming on the purple heather,
All of us meandering.
All the daughters prone to sorrow,
Seek the flame to light tomorrow,
Rainbow wishes fore to borrow,
Laughter in an endless spring.
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