The Forest Whispers My Name

I sip the blood red wine My thoughts weigh heavy With the burdens of time From knowledge drunk from The fountain of life Of chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amidst the baying of wolves While the bindings of christ Are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, oderiferous earth We lust for the wind And the perfume of flesh To learn from the dark This is my Will. The forest whispers my name Again and again The forest whispers my name When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. Come to me my pale enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss And the horned, hidden one Is reinvoked.