Behold the Wizzan Tree
. . . it is not far from thee; the child, the root, the serpent, the key
From ashes of Light, shall come a new Night. Born from within, twilight’s kin
The worm and the wing, the song and the seed. The dragon come, the mortal freed
Lady of shadows, realm of the night, reveal unto me the roots of the tree
In the book that is found by sacred sound, may the seekers well be surely found
Oh, Glyphs of Black flames fire, release the name of my desire
From ancestral seed come my wings by brook and tree where the songbird sings
Through temple doors, the Oracle reveals the seeker’s path, the child that heals
Through sound and charm, the dragon’s scales will lift the dolphin’s magic tail
And those who hear the piper’s call will wonder why and become as small
For the tune will guide their every step And lead them to their inner depths
The little leaf will grow by rain as the ancient song remains the same
And the words of royal dragon kings will herald back the fair May-Queen
Behold the Wizzan Tree . . . it is not far from thee
The child, the root, the serpent, the key.
So it is, so it be. Thrice be it Three.
—Zzenn
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