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Mortem

Notes

It was supposed to be a simple little event. No intricate details needed for the offering. No specific elemental paraphernalia requested from the unspoken yonder.

Just a small, simple gathering it was. Something for everyone in the circle to attend & participate. A nothing fancy, back by 6, type of activity.

Too bad the elements wanted it to be complicated – taking a hard toll on us to hunt the runaway offering. What a weekend.

Amnesia

Contrary to popular whispers one is not insane for forgetting one’s home in the midst of a beautiful hunt. One is simply immersed in the profound strength and wildness of The Primordial instincts. Ancient and pristine, the forgetfulness of a hunt is the quintessence of a pure cleansing of the mind.

Memories

To know you therefore I sharpen my blades.
To know you therefore I prowl the cold of night.

To honor thee therefore I plunge the steel
To honor thee therefore I dig the earth
A bed for the pale white bones

Honor in the waters of life
Honor in the embrace of moonlight