This feast Cernunnos made for you
Incense peels temporary wraiths, gyring to gladetop
Deep drain circling blood thrice cough
He hath prepared it mindfully knowing all things, toward some hidden end
Past a heaving, heathen throat stings
Deep drain toward higher purpose.
In woods he told me
I have seen him dancing
More often this leafless season
Dispensing among the devoted.
All this I tried to impart but your fearful hearts saw only hoof and horn
His emerald eye
His briar crown
And ye forlorn.
Night’s void zenith
Midnight’s midnight
Flame-crazed we few
Petition Cernunnos.
This islet his alone
All her fells his dominion
Nation’s prow manned as of old, its course wed forever to his wonts.
Alchemisland 
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