Even at this time of death in the Northern Hemisphere the Earth is still alive...can you hear the heartbeat?
Listen closely in the barron forest and you will hear his breath,
Listen closely to the wolf that howls upon the snowfallen peak,
Here you will hear his voice,
Listen closely in the moonlit snow and you will hear his hoof fall as he dances with his lover.
He brought the leaves their sunkissed glow on the wings of Demeter's Autumn.
His blood fell fresh upon the Earth and bid it's light farewell,
He fell deep and dark from the heights of the Sun to bring Demeter's Harvest.
His light falls fast beneath the horizon to bring Demeter's Slumber.
With chill he stills the garden's growth, with snow and blow he succumbs to demise.
In abborhent shades he gives his kiss in honor of the ghastly dead...their spirit alive, yet their flesh decayed.
But with the promise to rise again as the Prince, the Father, and the Elder.
Listen deep and listen close, for his spirit never ends. As it shall be the light shall grow, and ever more in awesome glow...
Darkest Blessings,
Ambrogio Notte
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