Nightshade by Sister Medusa

Nightshade

Deep in the hinterland, where leaves block the light
The way home seems forgotten, but a story is still being told
It’s captured in the wood and whispered through the branches
It lives in twilight and the winking of the stars
If you only listen and follow the calling out into the dark

Dancing by the fire, blazing with life
Drinking from the essence untethered from time
Echoes of wildlings creep into our mind
Words of the ancients guide us in flight

Have we forgotten how to speak with the hidden ones?
Can we only hear the noise and the chaos we create?
Has our sight dimmed so our eyes see only what’s in the light?
Have we lost the feel of magic as it courses through our veins?
Will we ever know the secrets we’ve mislaid?
Is the wisdom of the ancients forfeit?

Dancing by the fire, blazing with life
Drinking from the essence untethered from time
Echoes of wildlings creep into our mind
Words of the ancients guide us in flight

Let us remember what it was to be wild
To embrace the sacred calling, to step into the night
Let us take up the dance and finally be home
In the forest deep, the heart of us all

Dancing by the fire, blazing with life
Drinking from the essence untethered from time
Echoes of wildlings creep into our mind
Words of the ancients guide us in flight
Dancing by the fire, blazing with life
Words of the ancients guide us in flight

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