There is a Mountain waiting behind the mist
In the wilderness of the soul
Halfway between here and death.
The last of the Blood Moons is rising to the summit
And the young storm bringer is climbing higher.
We go to meet him there
Following the path of the beautiful god.
Everything has changed,
The wheels of the cosmos turn again as
A flash of fire descending from the sky
...both the priest and his offering are consumed.
Blood of the Lightning Moon
~ANTONIUS SUBIA
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