in nighted wood we wander seeking sacred sylvan wisdom lost these centuries to callous hands of ignorance
we are blessed this night the wind and leaves whisper sage counsel through the fog be therefore silent that thou might hear their voices hearken unto petra, fauna, flor tempered soundly through aeons they speak: \"do not deny that flame which resides, inherent within all living things\"
under the incandescent orb of bloated moon in nighted wood we gather bathed in spectral moonlight and embrace the natal demon clawing for life inside us all