Written for a dark moon ritual for the Wolf Mother
From beneath the tree
She calls to me
As I lay still
Dark and still
I crawl toward
Her hopefully
By hand and will
By my own will
And in I gaze
At my changing face
My blackened heart
Beats strong
I think of claws
And bloody paws
My hungry teeth
Grow long
Listen to the song
© AM Hunter April 2017
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Stoneacorn (Xander)
These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography.
I am a poet, a song writer, a witch.
I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with.
My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green.
My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds.
My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak.
I am Stoneacorn
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