The fires of the forge that sharpen and hone

A howling blizzard, the winter's embrace

Weeping in taking, the Path of the Crone

Darker than night 'neath the Mournful Moon's gaze

 

Brightness of day with its blessing of warmth

Refreshing and cool, the Silver Falls' sound

Persuading, shielding - the Motherly Path

Empow'ring and bringing fullness around

 

Weakened, come, and listen by the campfire

Rise and dance with us come the sudden rain

Songs of the Maiden bring hope and inspire

Never out of reach, what is found within

 

Moon's Faces Three: Maiden, Mother and Crone

In moonlight shifting, Serenwilde is one.