Selene

Aye, braw Selenae arise,
wraithed in siller,
round and full.
Wha'er tells me god in heaven sits,
blessin, beardit, glowrin doon; tells lies.

Just risen through the branches gleamin,
veiled as shade,
seen far and low.
Wha'd tell me o a deil in hell
wi brimstane bluefire, hoof an claw; is evil dreamin.

An evil dreamt for evils sake,
wi a' the heavens, burnin stakes,
and hells, and demons.
Awa' an no sae glaikit be
the only demons you'll ever see
wear raggy hieds or weil cut suits
or doggy collars,
or present themselves as learned scholars,
for our deception.

So I spy ye, long and slow
thro tattered cloud, all aglow,
in Knowin Silence,
and if ye Will, and if I Dare
my spirit flies to travel there
with ye.
So rise braw Selenae, Arise.