Dark Mother
Paints the caves
Dark Mother
Holds the knifes
Dark Mother
Keeps the strings to the tapestry of all life
Dark woman
Fiery eyes
She cares for those who birth and die
Dark Mother knows, she makes the signs
You’re free to fail and fall and try
No straight lines, cycles and tides
Infinite lines
Dark Mother never lies
Naked breasts in winter skies
She’s the fadind ground of seasons and the Earth of pulsing floor
My naked bones shall become your cave once more
Craft my soul and the soul of the world
Nothing to hold, nothing to lose
You are who you are
Not just the fate you choose