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Akhet

Ember days, hidden ways
Mist-wrapped gate and holy gaze

Hunting horn, stolen corn,
To this struggle to be sworn

Red-tipped white, black as night
Chilling howl and deadly bite

Giving chase to famine’s face
Restore the harvest to its place

Stalker sly, battle high
Casting wealth towards the sky

Ember dark, sacred mark,
Closed the gate and hid the spark.

These are the old ways
The wolf ways
To go nowhere unarmed
To be with your back to the fire
To look into the dark.

To go into the dark
To face the enemies of life
And take back
What they have stolen
And give it
To the world.

Green and white, flowers’ dawn
Green and gold, the harvest cusp
Red and gold, shades’ wealth
Red and white, blood on the snow