First Discernment

Gather round the Mirror, twelve given breaths inscribe,

reflection of the Deep, glimpse beyond death's divide.

Hollow lungs free of air, High Priestess can be heard,

wisdom no more hidden, but directly conferred.

Siblings found in the dark resolve here to return

so Family voices we must learn to discern.

Attend well the Silent, observing yet unseen.

Much can well be gathered by dwelling in between.

The Moon's warmth yet abides, the dark cannot conceal.

Kind, nurturing Empress, make of this gift a meal.

Darkness, free our senses to find long lost hearthstone.

Though we breathe in Darkness, we do not breathe alone.