This post has taken me a long time to bring into manifestation, I seemed to face a block at every turn. Thankfully it’s taken form now due to the kindness of a certain Green Man. One wonders what he’s bringing to my attention, perhaps my Companions in the Silent Eye may have ideas regarding this???
“Bend” the wind says, and he acquiesces, sways to a tune unheard by human ears. The Green Man watches, silent as the sound of stars weeping. The Earth wakes and slumbers, singing her children into being. How old is this song? For we have no memory of it. For we have forgotten it, buried it beneath the dry leaves of autumn and cold kiss of winter.
Green Man, Green Man, tell us of its ancestry. Our memories hold its essence, shroud it in mystery. Where are the Faerie Folk to instruct us in the Old…
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