Piping notes in the wildwood call Heard somehow deeper than being with the part of you that knows the trees whisper and rattle their branches The part restless in slumber, the scream that builds into your call to battle and to joy And your own giant begins to stir
The drums begin a steady beat Pulse of the Earth within and your blood settles into the rhythms of words tasting true A susurration rising and fading with the rocking and the washing and the flow of your tides Crashing on the rocks within You mold yourself to a new shape in the world
The scent of fecund damp teases your nostrils A reminder Of the places monsters dwell Of lanced wounds and battle madness, a mother's hands and the flash of silver in the well Sharp reflecting in your eyes, in your own heart, obscuring the next step on the path The decision is yours now Your own voice has risen in elation and rage Your own strength gathered Everything changes with one more step
Do you trust yourself enough to take it?
The fire is warm, the blanket cozy in your lap, the wind rattles at the windows You can go back to sleep Your can turn away gently with a soft smile As at fairy tales and the vivid imaginings of children You have taken no oaths, will foreswear no vows, will live rightly and with honor But soft and sleeping One more step