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Decay, gatherer of bone

Wanderer, Mother of all

Flesh of the mountains

Bones of women

Chaser of the horizon

Healing wounds of old

Clay and dust filled marrow

Rib and broken tooth

Singing death into life

Soothsayer of the deafening night

Dreaming totems alive

Women of the wolves survive

Singing over the bones

In moonlight shifts come to life

She is the all Mother

Dawn, day and night

Priestess of the dead

Hekate, ancient Seer of sight

World between worlds

Nod, home of the Mist

Impresses upon our flesh

Ancient order of the sacred

River beneath the river

La Loba

Hear me now

Decay, gatherer of bones

Wanderer, mother to all

Flesh of the mountains

Bones of women

Chaser of the horizon

Buried deep within

Memories of primal past

Mending roots of kin

Shape shifting we emerge from ether again

Drawing in the night

Thriving in secrecy

In illumination all stand

Wildness grows severe

Hunting among the stars

Ageless transformation scars

Escape from this world

With the sharpness in spirit

We must all adhere

The presence of her odor

The sweet decay of rotting wood

A homeland lost to arrogance

I'm alone where others once stood