We Are

Who gathers in the wild places to sing the songs of old
Who always knows the story-endings long before they’re told
Who sings the hidden wisdom of living dragon bones
Whose power dances deep within the blood of standing stones
Who are these dark and wild children who prefer to dance alone

Who walks the unlit secret places with fearless heart and does not stumble
Whose Powers are to hex and heal and always remain humble
Who lifts the veil between the worlds yet leaves the circles all unbroken
Who sees in the dark mirror things better left unspoken
Who holds the Key and knows what lies behind the Door it opens

Who sees the future in the cards
Who breaks the glass and reads the shards
Who dances widdershins around the fire
Who turns the Wheels by her desire
Who greets false-priest and calls him Liar

Who holds the Wisdom of the 13th Holy tree
Who is this, never bowing head nor bending knee
Who keeps the stars and planets turning
Who keeps the sacred fires burning
Whose needs met by weaving words of yearning

Who takes the Moon as Lover
Who takes the knife to sister or brother
Who so pure that Will becomes blade
Who dances in the Faery Raide
Who are these not born but made?