Words spoken as part of my Dark Moon devotion to mark the passing of Rhiannon:
By Orion’s light
At the dark of the Moon
Now the hawthorn tree is bare
As the Hunter’s spoor is laid tonight
A shadow passes through the veil
Of Annwfn on a Grey Mare.
Rigantona, roses wither on your altar;
As winter falls across the land
I’ll keep your vigil here.
More detail in my Devotional Diary~>