✨Elen Of The Ways ✨
She who circles standing stone,
Eyes a shadow in a skull,
She who sings the north wind’s moan,
Watching Reindeer , counting cull,
She who drums the earth to life,
Cuts the cord of all that’s born,
She who is the spring’s midwife,
Brings to bud the antlered thorn.
She who stands outside the hearth,
Wrapped within a crystal cloak,
She who walks the moon’s bright path,
And waits; beneath the old grey Oak.
She who gives her ancient blood,
To brightly bless the winter king,
And in whose heart is understood,
The silent song the menhir sings.
Life and death, blood and bone,
Walk the track, old gray stone,
Sing the song, journey home,
Antlered Maiden, Mother, Crone.
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