At night, while all is still, Dog watches from his arboral perch and whispers.....
Lady of the quiet green
Watcher of root and branch
I walk the paths you keep hidden
Let my feet fall where the earth is strong
Let the leaves cover my passing
Grant me the patience of stone
Sharp eye of the hawk
The mercy to spare what need not die
If I must hunt let it be clean
If I must fight let it be just
If I must kill let it serve your balance
Guard the wild places while I am gone
Should I fall far from tree and stream
Let my bones rest where grass will grow
For no crown I ask nor song to be sung
Only to remain unseen
and worthy of the paths you entrust to me
Elhonna, sit with me as I sit alone
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