Your woven the Life of all,in your holy Plaid.
Your Song bound the Destiny of us all.
Muse of Women and men,
Dressed in Silver.
A Light shine from your and your Castle.
Hear the whispering,in silent moments.
The Hunter comes from the darkness of the woods.
Your Thread leads you.
He is the Hunter and the Offer.
Brother,Husband,Father ,King ,crowned with Leaves and the Stagcrowne.
Blood is on his Heart,he dies…and be reborn in You.
You are the Light when all Lights and Hopes went out.
Weaver of Destiny.
Crone and Priestess.
Goddess and Mother in your own Right.
Weaver of Dreams,
Salmon of Deep.
By Veleda Alantia