Prayer Of Transformation

Lay your corpse upon a nest of oak leaves

Wrapped in a star shroud repent your flesh

A shadow child dissolves

Meditate in a den of skins and straight poles

A sacred fire of madrone burns eternally

In a circle of turquoise and serpentine

Whisper the prayer of transformation

Engulfed by clouds of thujone

Emerge purified clad in a golden fleece

A vessel awaits built from owl feathers and moss