Mist conceives unfamiliar tread paths
Through the eternal soil, sacred and forlorn
Whispered secrets, in the rustling leaves,
The old heart, wrapped in thyme and dreams.
Stand, oh solitary magician
By the circle with herbs untouched,
Listen—beneath the moon's tender grip,
Bread in root's flesh, erasure in fragrant echo.
Flickers of forgotten incantations
Dwell within deep, yawning earth
Where your footsteps, once soft,
Now rest, echo beyond the veil.