beseech thy deities
to rise from
barren wombs
defeating light,
and blooming
with dark
to restore
a lost and broken faith

the full moon bleeds again
upon stone altars
in ritual cleansing
when we proudly
wear our shadows
marching with the stars
at the heart of
the wild woods
pyres burn
in rites of war
enough to carry
us through winter

what is it that we seek
to recover?
the loss of gods?
the loss of each other?

for nothing dies...