Holy Night

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Kill the animal, take its heart.
Within these words we depart.
A circle within the forest,
A circle of thirteen;
All equal, none the poorest.
All together, none apart.
We are one as is our art.
Our knowledge lies within the power.
Our power lies within the knowledge.
All our tools draw power here,
The sacred dagger instills no fear.
A strike to the inner hand,
As the life flows, we give to the other land.
For on this sacred night we make our stand.
West then north then east then south.
As blood of our kindred and wine,
We take in our mouths divine.
To our essence, the spirits dine.
Knowledge is the key, the key is to believe.
As we all gather this Hallows (sowen) eve.

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An old poem in time for my favorite holiday.

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