Dark Whisper speaking temptations of the Southern Wood,
You say you do not Forget, but your memories ring False,
Your words betray the lack of Understanding

Of the 'Wilde
Of Nature
Of me

To be surpassed by a Grand Child is Realization
Of this Ancestor's greatest Hope and Pride

For True Perfection is all around us,
Found in the Balance of the Cycle

From Season to Season, From Life to Death to Rebirth
From Parent to Child, From Predator to Prey

Now I implore to you,

To Learn
To Grow
To be

Leave behind the Shadows, Madness, and Taint
Let the Moon Light your Path,
And the Hart Guide your Way.

~Druid Lehki

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Dioni, in the year 438 CE.