Oaken

Bewildered and earthbound;

Veiled under an oaken crown

Eyes of phantom flame look beyond:

Mirrored

Glass-like orbs upon the pond

A witch at one with woe

World and wand;

Knowing, not seeing

And allured beyond

Born from a witch's wilful piety

The oaken spirit beckons quietly:

"The storm within cannot die

You and I: An eye for an eye"

A witch at one with all souls

Soil and sky;

She awakens

To the Earth's anguished cries

Thy fleeing time; of mists divine

Spectral seas in a troubled mind

Oaken leaves and transient art

Cling as though lovers torn apart

For within this sacred grove

Twain souls will betroth:

Of elfin kind and earthen child

To harvest the hunger of the wild

"At night that lake burns like a torch

No one knows its bottom

No wisdom reaches such depths"