an equinox of woe

frail fires to the sky to cover the cries of the moon; as bitter tears drown in blood a burning flood adorns the gloom pour water on thyself for drastic seasons are at hand no law or limit do they know and only rule by blood and lead carve a wide circle out of dust, let havoc churn the heather; and may the way of the arcane unfold as the high moon will wither... \'chant the spell and be it done\' is this your magic wounded one?