The Wheel

As the sunrise

on the shortest day

my crying greets the dawn.

Tears of dew form on the web

As I am reborn.

Feel new life spring

from the Earth,

As the Mother of All Life

gives birth.

Though I am a child

I will soon become a man.

Feel the warmth upon your skin,

Sense the animal inside.

As every creature on the land,

Feels the rising tide.

The natural rhythms

of the land,

As the Goddess takes my hand,

Into the Forest Green

with the Horned Man.

The waves of corn

have turned to gold,

My time is drawing near.

I see my Lady smile at me,

Inside I feel no fear.

As She raises the scythe

above Her head.

Blood spills on the Earth

as I fall dead,

In the Otherworld

I guard Her throne

'til She returns