THE WITNESS

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The most ancient ones call in this time of turmoil
The old world lay beneath the concrete,
No longer dormant
Seeker seething, horns raised, and wild
what’s demonized; is like a child

And Cernunnos they between the tree
Between the worlds, between us we
Forgotten day by day - by night
Beckoning us who see; toward the light
And to the dark, and to balance

The time is near, the time is nigh
stars are falling from the sky
the truth and trickery
the wild soul stays;
Of rock and stone and wind and clay
of fire, water, spirit stay…