Do you think you can scry with that glass ball?
Put it aside. It’s a symbol only.
Simply close your eyes and slip through the veil
Do I surprise you, without my fearsome face?
You challenge yourself, face your fears boldly.
With a brave smile, you pull the thorns barehanded.
I breathe in life, exhale death. Carrion crow,
serpent, cow, crone, a woman soaked with blood —
I accept your praise and give you blessings.