Colours of the Divine

 

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.