A Witch's Window - Willow Ash

As I traverse these hills

I see the forest, black

The wounds on my hands

They release a deluge

That seeds the ground

Dripping down

To the bones

Hidden between

The rocks and the roots

I cover endless ground

In an endless wood

My fingertips begin to tingle

Hair on my neck stands

A battle horn blares

I see it watching me through the witch’s window

I see it in the sky

I see it crawling from the ground

To sit upon the solemn throne

And break apart the graven seal

And th seven words I read

«Rjoice! For your selfish god is dead»

I cover endless ground

In an endless wood

My fingertips begin to tingle

Hair on my neck stands

A battle horn blares

I see it watching me through the witch’s window

As I travel this mountainside

I hear the ancient ones

Still echoing from a witch’s hollow

The old gods still live in these cairns

Still speak through the wind

Still vibrate the bones

The smell of oak

The touch of willow

A taste of ash