Cernunnos

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Cernunnos 2011

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The Baying

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Far in the distance
Deep in the forest
I hear their baying
I hear the horns blow
The Tempest stirs
The leaves slowly fall
Soon the forest will be fire
Shadow will blanket the land
The Huntsman opens his eye
Change is upon us
It will not come forth
One must seek it
One must take it
At the point of a spear
The horns blow in the distance
The hounds bay
The Hunt comes upon us
With anticipation my soul waits
With longing my heart hungers
Each day
The horns grow louder
The hounds come closer
I ready my spirit
To join the wild chase
With patience
I await The Wild Hunt

Let Us Take A Walk

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That feeling
The feeling when one walks into the forest
The forest that is deep
Shadows enclose
The truth of existence wraps your essence
Arousal comes quickly here
Can you feel it?
Or are you still buried in false self?
It is the feeling of freedom
The feeling of truth
Here: You are what you truly are
Not what you wish to be
Not what you believe to be
The forest does not care
It will kill you without hesitation
Without remorse to your human beliefs
Everything here wishes you gone
Everything here is hostile
Yet, only here do I feel I belong
I feel welcomed
I feel unwelcomed
In that is the beauty of the forest
False celebrities
Royal cowards
Greedy politicians
All are naked here
There is no false worship
All are the nothingness they truly are
For he who needs society to be powerful
Is the weakest of animals
Walk into the forest
What are you now?
The smell of the swamp is inviting
Swamps are beautiful
For few tread here
Here one can be alone
Away from the lies and chaos
The copperhead that crosses my path is beautiful
We understand one another
As we respect what we truly are
The black widow that may be hiding
The hawk that screeches above
Nothing cares about your self created belief
You are naked and true
This is a place for peace and meditation
This is a place for finding and losing
Eventually the time must end
A return to the paths of concrete
The paths of slavery
This is a dog eat dog world
Yet I see few teeth
Only the noise of barking
I am sick of barking
I am intensely hungry

The Wild Hunt

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Deep in the night
When the sleeping ones sleep
Travel alone
To the darkest of groves
The owls will speak
And prey will shriek
If one listens within
Baying hounds come from without
The violent wind gusts
With the tempest horses rush
Riding ever near
Horns blow with might
Thunder pounds in your ears
Join us they say
You who are brave
The Rider has come
Spear dripping with blood
A sacrifice he demands
Blood from your veins
Without fear you must give
To be one with him
You saddle the horse
To join the ride of The Huntsman
The truth of our souls
Ecstasy unbound
Trepidation unknown
Yet those who show fear
Will never return
Haunted forever
As god’s eyes will burn
Deep in the night
If you hear the horns and the hounds
A decision must be made
To be free or be chained
To join us
To join the cavalcade
To join us
In the Wild Hunt