into deeper seasons

beseech thy deities to rise from barren wombs defeating light, and blooming with dark to restore a lost and broken faith the full moon bleeds again upon stone altars in ritual cleansing when we proudly wear our shadows marching with the stars at the heart of the wild woods pyres burn in rites of war enough to carry us through winter what is it that we seek to recover? the loss of gods? the loss of each other? for nothing dies...