Moss Covered Bones on the Altar of the Moon

A walking I must go Down through the dreary pine To meet the woodsy Lord And make the sacred bind I walk beneath the moon Across her silent fields Through forest and through marsh With twilight as my shield She takes me in her shroud And whisks me on my way Down to the hidden copse Where the sacred altar lay Tucked amongst the pines An ancient slab of stone A long forgotten shrine Bathed in moss and bone And as the night grows still And creeping shadows grow I offer up my blood To call the spirits home Beneath the fields of stars The old ones dance and sing Round their ancient fires A sacrament of flame Spirits converge under cover of night Called down from timeworn stars Forgotten keepers of the sacred pine Forged in cosmic fire Encircling the altar in the pale moon light Called down by blood and bone They join their spectral bodies into mine Imparting me with a sacred song A blaze in the heart of a sleeping god A long forgotten dream Awakened by the cry of my flute upon the wind He descends upon the glade Amidst the mist the ancient beast beckons A crown of antlers cradling the sky Inside his heart the nightsong softly echoes A forgotten spell to invoke the fated hand of twilight A sacred path transpires Born of dust and stars The ghostly stag becomes me I walk the path of ancient light Born again amongst the stars An ancient Magick penetrates my soul And with the sacred covenant fulfilled The vision fades into the shadows of the blackened night At the edge of twilight I turn to leave I pass my hands across the stone A spell softly whispered On the winds of time One day I shall return Fated To the moss covered bones on the altar of the moon To the moss covered bones on the altar of the moon

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 11, 2025