Hedgecraft

I haul I weep and mourn. I haul I weep and mourn. Because I dredge, because I dredge. One side, my body lies east. One side, my body lies west. Blood dripping down the hedge. Blood dripping down the hedge. I call upon my sisters. She who command the night. She who spin the souls of the wretched. Weaving with them the threads of magic. I count the grains of sand. And hear the words of the mute. I speak the voice of god. And pull the ocean near. Parting her mists to our liking. I walk with death and his brother sleep. Along the hedge, along the hedge. Hither and ell. Neither alive nor dead. Hither and ell. The realm of living the realm of dead.