Solstice. A Plea and Prayer and a Promise

Long nights of the soul and sunless days they say

turn now; light is promised, fires are lit within and without-

this is a promise I beg you keep, keepers of the lights -

spill your rays upon us, crack open the hearts, force open the eyes and minds

dispell the rot that roots into our ruminations, sear out the sadness of our souls.

Wild Hunters, take the prey of hate and fear,

Wild Hunters, skin them, turning them soft - what used to terrify, let it warm instead.

Wild Hunter of my heart, One-eyed Onski, I am yours I take up my spear and lace my boots and run beside your steed