White is for the Maiden, the Mother is throned in red,
White as pure as
virgin snow; red as the sacred blood we shed.
The Crone is cloaked
in deepest black, the keeper of the night,
Guiding souls by
darkest moon, with wisdom as her light.
Yellow
is for the Sun King, the Horned One is verdant green,
Yellow
bright as summer's sun,
green
where
forest
growth
is
seen.
The
King of Death wears deepest blue, the guardian of decay,
Cradling
life within the void, as dusk consumes the day.
Black is for the
Mother, white is for the Crone,
Black as rich and
fertile soil, white as pale as bone.
Red is for the
Maiden, a red as deep as fire,
Dancing 'neath the
crescent moon, inciting life's desire.
Blue is for the
Horned One, King of Death in yellow bright,
Blue as twilight’s
quiet calm, yellow as a guiding light.
The Sun King stands in
verdant green, life sprouting once again
Dancing where the earth
is lush, in springtime’s joyous reign.
Red is for the
Crone, black is for the Maid,
Red as the blood of
sacrifice, black as night's cascade.
White is for the
Mother, pure as the starlit tide,
Nurturing all with
full moons glow, where
magic
does abide.
Green is for the King of Death, the Sun King dons the blue,
Green
as moss on ancient bones, blue as skies anew.
The Horned One
shines in yellow’s glow, a beacon in the field,
Life and death
in balance held, nature’s cycles sealed.
