Diana - Tasseomancy

Wolves in my cellar

Wolves in my cellar

For my apples have blackened and rottened

And they’ve taken more than they have given

And my animals frightened and sickened

Soon your crops

They will rot

This dark season

Wolves at my altar

Wolves at my altar

For these beasts are not cleansed for the slaughter

And they’ve taken more than they have given

And what meat for this blood and this fire

Soon your crops

They will ripe

This dark season

Send me a bow, Diana

Bless it with wine, wrap it with vine

Got to find her

Carve it in stone, Diana

String it with teeth, cypress trees

For the arrow

Wolves

Wolves in my chamber

Wolves in my chamber

For these eyes need no judge for the jailor

And they’ve taken more than they have given

And a life doesn’t hasten to ruin

Soon your breath

It will end this dark season

In the back

Of the room

They called me out

Softly

Softly

Through the lion’s mouth

It’s not my problem

It’s not my doubt

Send me a bow, Diana

Bless it with wine, wrap it in vine

Got to find her

Carve it in stone, Diana

String it with teeth, cypress trees for your arrow

Send me a bow, Diana

Bless it with wine, wrap it with vine

Got to find her

Carve it in stone, Diana

String it with teeth, cypress trees for your arrow