"...As passion swells with quickened blood
As summer leads to longing
The solstice sun shall mark the time
When Oak shall bow to Holly.
Into their eyes the light of love
Into their hearts sweet passions' flame
Into their kiss a fevered moment
In their embrace, Her Holy Name.
By seed and bud, by fruit and flower,
That all may spiral through rebirth
With milk of moon they spill their power
Their love is poured upon the earth.
As the chill moves on the wind
That heralds winter's cloak
The solstice sun shall mark the time
When Holly bows to Oak.
Into their eyes the light of love
Into their hearts sweet passions' flame
Into their kiss a fevered moment
In their embrace, Her Holy Name.
... lovers in a sacred ring...
Desire whirling, hot and wild.
Golden Stag and Blazing Sun,
Verdant kiss and quickened blood
Expanding light and mote of dark...
Storm Faerywolf
What of the Dark Court?
Storms, and Fire, and rains of blood
Sharp thorns on root, leaf, and bud
Piercing swords that cut at every end