She comes out of the misty woods naked and untamed.
To run alongside wolves…
She howls fiercely at the blooded red midnight moons.
She takes what She wants, gives back only if She chooses.
Never hides away her dark.
She is fearless, wild and mysterious, her eyes tell endless tales of former lives.
She is haunted by her own destiny.
Alone, She is all there is.
She is here to heal the wounds inflicted by the ones who claim to know.
She wanders the forests in a heavy red cloak, its fabric stained with her truthful tears.
The stake they drove into her heart centuries ago still holding her in a tight grip.
She bows to no one.
She embraces life in a different way.
She walks through the myths of time.
Forwards and backward in her timeless space.
Effortless, and without skin and bones.
She is being pulled by the past whilst being pushed by envy of the future She.
As She starts to remember her feel all heart, She calls her spirit and powers to return.
She has come to collect the pieces of soul that were stolen.
She is ready to awaken, to be who She is.
As She removes the stake from her heart with her trembling claws.
Her soul is ready to reveal all its secrets to the world.
Her fear vanishes to create space for her magick.
She is needed, now more than ever.
After all this time She is slowly awakening in sacred circles.
She is without name and without time.
She is fierce in her love and fiery in her soul.
She is You. Me. And all who hear the call of her wild spirit.
She is the sacred cycle of all living things.
Moon and Sun.
Darkness and Light.
The ever-changing seasons of blossoming death.
She is the ebb and flow of life.
Heartbeat after heartbeat.
She is all there is. All there was. And all there ever will be.
She visits us at night in our dreams, when our bodies are sound asleep.
She is patiently awaiting our joining her.
It is time to make our preparations.
She is getting closer, only one heartbeat away.
The stake of lies and betrayal removed after centuries.
From the ashes, we shall re-arise with her.
The hotter the flames, the higher She soars.
We are She.
Together. We. Rise.