eyes open,
flaring red,
wings stretch;
black-green darkness.
piercing soul-cry,
bansidhe's soul
washer of souls
fording rivers of blood.
stand at the stone,
shift shape in the time streams,
enfolding blackness:
maiden's smile,
mother's embrace,
crone's coldness.
wisdom on the wing,
fangs bared to the skies
as a kiss
falls like blood;
a sweet drop of wisdom
to your chosen.
i sing without voice
soar without feathers
weep without tears
for you still ask
my sacrifice.
cauldron witch,
phantom ruler,
red lady,
raven queen.
i answer your call;
at your altar I serve,
your black spear
i wield.
your warrior,
your priestess,
your child.