On a night long ago
We placed our hands to the oak

Asking for our path to unveil
Raising our voices towards the moon

She carved a line
Marking our words
Bound by the sky
One by one black feathers
Adorned our knives

Words not spoken
Ages hid them from sight

An incantation
From the gods fell

Guardians of verses
Blood given as concealment
She swore curses

If it was to be revealed
In the Nemeton knelt
Figures lone and dark
Vying for the forgotten spell

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