a bed of flowers,
a ring of stones,
fronds of fern,
across the hallow,
creeping runes,
under a shelter of fir,
billows of moss,
and buried brambles,
hills of green,
and the mugwort waters,
the smell of rain,
and rotting flesh of wood,
the :N:EED, the Need for H:O:ME
the :N:EED, the Need for H:O:ME
the :N:EED, the Need for H:O:ME
the :N:EED, the Need for H:O:ME.
Here in the forest, amongst the trees,
I feel Alive,
I feel I’m Home,
Here in the forest,
my kind means den,
my kind means destruction,
this isn’t our home,
I want to learn,
I Need to :G:row,
I must be a kindly steward,
and if one day I sense something wrong,
something unnatural,
upsetting the calm,
that’s when I see him,
forcing his will,
slaying an elder,
slaying my brother,
I pledge the oath,
the man must fall,
the villain must fall,
by my hand,
this is my gift,
I’ve made my offering,
I’ve learned my place,
here in the forest,
this is my HOME
with careful steps I carve my path,
it’s riddled with thorns and sharp stones,
I can barely see an arm right in front of me,
full of fear, and uncertainty,
all I am shall not give in,
I will walk on, with honorable intent,
I need a space to share amongst kin,
far from the reach of modernity,
hearken to an honest and natural time,
with deep respect,
we bow to the earth,
I trust you know,
that we can leave some beauty to our children,
Othala… Othala… Othala… Othala…
Othala… Othala… Othala… Othala… Othala…
:aferalspirit: 