Haunted dreams of black and gold

Taloned spirits, shadowed fold

Fill the branches, ground and sky

Yet the canopies still hold

 

Hunters track and Warriors kill

Others heal and search at will

Our Forest unified as one

Enemies all feel the chill

 

Butterflies of mooncloaked guise,

brought to us by Spirit wise,

Gave back power to the Crone

of Silver Lady, Thrice-Comprised

 

Feel the storm under your skin

Sense the strength there in your kin

Feel the static in your bones

As love of Lisae storms within!