in nighted wood we wander
seeking sacred sylvan wisdom
lost these centuries
to callous hands of ignorance
we are blessed this night
the wind and leaves whisper
sage counsel through the fog
be therefore silent that thou might hear their voices
hearken unto petra, fauna, flor
tempered soundly through aeons they speak:
"do not deny that flame which resides, inherent within all living things"
under the incandescent orb of bloated moon
in nighted wood we gather
bathed in spectral moonlight
and embrace the natal demon
clawing for life inside us all