Lost Moon and Stormriders

Lost Moon and Stormriders

Green Man goin’ under, Gray Sky threatening thunder

Ghost Moon concealed as the abandoning sun retreats further

The days of fall, fall closer to winter’s barren frost

And the summer’s green boughs are lost
Their crispy corpses cover the ground
The land wears their dead bodies like a crown
As the Green Man goes down

Desolate landscapes reach lonely into distances vast

The basking humans have gone within to their gnome holes

Ancestor Moon, Bride of Frankenstorm Surge and One Wind Purge

Clashes and Faery Rides, Ice and Fire and Love and War
Forbidden lovers and children and chases
Walls of Folk in the Sky do battle in the Wild Hunt Storm

Round orb of imagination lurks in the shadows
Cloudy Ghouls hide it and no one can taste the countless reflections of glow
The power of shadow, like great wings across the meadow
Jack “Coldfinger” Frost promises to snap at us like a hungry rabid wolf
Serpent wind with swirling head
Please be gentle
Please be kind
Spare the little ones and ease their mind
Fire glow below, the Hearth, the Center, the Smoke Hole
The Spirit Moon Glows Yonder as queens take tithe and kings make bitter pledges
Snowy toes call out for fire

Oh drowned beings – be at peace

And frozen ones, frightened ones, desperate ones
Every change is a chance for freedom