The Wild Hunt

I hear the ancient call

of the wild hunt.

Oh, to be shadow filled once more

and drink wild moonlight.

To kiss the stars

and fight with an angry sun.

Songs of battles and war

sing off my tongue

as spiders and trees join the chorus.

I am one with Earth and Sky.

I am Hunter and Prey.

I am Death and Salvation.

Now to make love to a sky

and reluctant moon,

before taking my place in the

wild hunt.

Fleeing the dawn, 

I follow the winds and the scent

of promise.

And with the call of horn 

and hoof,

I will ride the night

till only the darkness and I 

remain...