We brought our screaming demons to heel

Our human bonds illuminate our immortal shields

Our roots run deep in Appalachian dead

Earned by laughter,

tears,

and broken bread

The Fates have granted the brightest path left

Deeply, clearly woven, in waft and weft

Intricate dances of prismatic threads

Bedecked in a wardrobe from deep riverbeds

Created with magic from circles of trust

The sacred chalice untarnished by rust

The Living Altar of each human’s being

Covenant together a future farseeing