Internal Epilogue

The earth shook herself awake, fire and stone

Bit her chains of fetid reason

Like a sapling from decay, she will feed on your fall

Her freedom, you named it green treason

You bastards with your bruised flag

I’d like to cut out your tongues

Spangle fifty barbs across your face

I am estranged, far from the ocean

Stunted ribcage trees, thorned husks like death

No corpse-reek, it smells of bone

A wraithlike land, crumbling tomb

I thirst for the rain, dew on needles and leaf

Lady bogachiel, oh maiden of mist

But dust fills my eyes, spines in my mouth

To speak of home, that is green treason

I hid the ink on my skin, a glacier lily upon each palm

Twin sisters tattooed down my spine

Rainier’s peaks upon my arm

But when I spoke of green treason you

Bound me with scorching desert rope

Forced iron down my throat

Now I dream of the moss-stains beneath my feet

You can never keep me from my home

Lady bogachiel sings of your doom

The rain has always brought the end of ruin

Heed, my lady calls me with her fog-song, I must return

Deep in the vale stirs my lady’s primal fire

Green crescent moons beneath the black star-shine

Ebon as the morrígu's gaze

I stare into my lady’s sunless face

The trail beyond the dying sun

My mother, the light shed from a raven’s wing

Father, the vapor of its eyes

From my stepping feet, rising mist and fallen rain

My bird skulls, burning incense, exhale cloud

The sun through wet veils, my hazel-horned lover

He runs deep in my moss and loam, my sunken river

Molten starlight in the ground, pale beards drape from trees

Traps of spider web and wind-woven moss ensnare me

Deep in the vale stirs my lady’s primal fire

Green crescent moons beneath the black star-shine

Ebon as the morrígu's gaze

I am your vale, breast dark as the black of crow-eyes

I am your vale, fog cold upon your brow

Frozen ferns and night fog are my winter incense

Drink it deep, drink it deep, in cold arms you sleep

I drape you in moss-woven blankets to keep you warm

Molten starlight thaws the ground, we are home

Deep in the vale stirs my lady’s primal fire

Green crescent moons beneath the black star-shine

Ebon as the morrígu's gaze

I stare into my lady’s face

We walk the path of blades, the trail beyond the dying sun