The snake is uncoiling
Hissing can be heard.
Something has penetrated
The soul of the bird
~
The energy rises
Up through the bones
The bird remembers
The time of the crone
~
The centres are whirling
The colours are bright
Making their way
Up to the light
~
Aware of the world
Layer on layer
The snake becomes
The deadly slayer
~
Bright light is blinding
There is a fire
The bird emerges
From the flames of the pyre
~
Death has come
And gone past
The seed has grown
Above ground at last
~
And so it begins
At the end
The wheel has turned
Once again my friend