Grave Need from Grave Needs by Time Moth Eye

Black witch bones, scarred by flame,
Roll and turn in the blessed wind and rain.
Wise old skulls, be thou free
From your graves deep beneath the rolling sea.
Charmers wake from cold sleep, sound your chants,
Let those who would forget weep.
Diviners come, cast the stones, read the leaves,
Leave us not to Fate alone.
Keepers of forgotten ways, open the gate,
Lead us through the cold grey haze.
Rhymers spines turn the stones, shed the clay,
Let new verse come from thy bones.
Black witch bones, scarred by flame,
Roll and turn in the blessed wind and rain.

Quicken to me
For songs and spells I have great need;
For twig of oak; for sprig of ash; for twist of thorn;
For ghost-white stag; for snow-white horn; for bone-white bird;
For the dreaming; for the undead; for the unborn.
Quicken to me.
I have grave need.
Quicken to me.

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