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Brittle bones of the fallen

Hidden under snow and ash

Totem spirit aligned

In this forest spirits stay

Seeking council of the hidden

Primal hunger

Instinct

In the mist

We see fire

In the mist

We see death

A dream in cedar

Moss tooth

Pine rivers

Waters slept

Deep earth where you lie

Seasons overtake you all

Bleak woods call

She is on the wind

Howling between worlds