Priestess Of Tryblith

As a child he asked of me

Offerings of flowers

And through the years I worshipped him

He granted me his powers

But new Gods have gained prominence

And so his power wanes

Lest I provide the offerings

Of blood as he ordains

For thirty days I left his shrine

The safety of the trees

And traveled through the towns of man

To find one who would please

I found him on the fifteenth day

And for him I did a dance

And lead him to my forest home

As though within a trance

I dance a dance of sorrow

And I sing a verse of pain

I know not if the morrow

Will release me from these chains

For two weeks we lived happily

On fruit and game and wine

I said that with a sacrifice

We'd share a gift divine

And so upon the final day

With full moon shining bright

I spilt his blood upon the stone

My god drank well that night

Now every night the moon is full

Within that cursed glade

I wrap my spells about myself

And dance for my love's shade

I dance a dance of sorrow

And I sing a verse of pain

I know not if the morrow

Will release me from these chains