Hail, oh, Builder of Storms

You take your throne as winter comes,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Secrets rest as the Dead rise up,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

We the Lost who few can see,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

We hear your call of winter winds,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

A fire lit that once was cold,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

On winter winds you find your own,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The year grows nigh as time does stop,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The time has come for cold Misrule,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Gates of Life and Gates of Death,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Flutter open to part the Veil,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Speak to me, oh cold Cold One,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Whom once rode forth all teeth and eyes,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Your time has come, the dice are cast,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Coils of ice and coils of snow,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Serpent form among the trees,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The moving sway of Serpent hips,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Ice Queen sits as Hallow's Eve,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Finds its way to All Hallow's,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Regent sits high in the North,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And know her time has come again,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Hail to you Keeper of the Lost,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Hail to you who brings the tears,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The pale Blue Flame of Winter's Night,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

We know your face and Serpent's Tongue,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The cold Black Altar in the Hall of Stone,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Cutter there before the Black Gates,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Her Black Knife raised to cut the threads,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And Death's wings spread beside the Gates,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

To guide the Living and the Dead,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

For now the Veil is open wide,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Gates are open and swing both ways,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Mighty Dead we praise tonight,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Blessed Dead we call your names,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The pulsing call of Bloodline blood,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The pulsing call of Loreline blood,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The pulsing call of Fateline blood,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Blood does call, it calls to Blood,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Bones do wake and speak once more,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Memory sleeps in sleeping Bones,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And Blood awakens the sleeping Bones,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And quickens now what once was dead,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

On altar top and in the Halls,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

We call you now to come to us,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

To breathe again the breath we breathe,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And speak this night and speak again,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And as the Darkness now recedes,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

The Darkling Twin awaits the Bright,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Misrule reigns and all is Öð,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Öð and odd, and Wyrd and weird,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And may the Hunt now pass us by,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Or may we ride the frightful ride,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

By Winter's Night and crossroad light,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And ghost roads stretch into the night,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And troll roads strange and faerie roads,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

That lead out there between the worlds,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Guide our way with lantern bright,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

We are the Lost, you children tonight,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Toss your dice for us just right,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

And may the year we now head to,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

Find the dreams the Dreamer dreamed,

Hail, oh, Builder of Storms,

This year manifest this next.

~Hail, oh, Builder of Storms, a Hallow poem by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, November 1, 2015

Pipers

The Twins,

Sometimes enemies fighting,

Sometimes lovers making love,

Sometimes friendly rivals,

Sometimes partners in crime.

The Bright Twin and the Darkling Twin,

Catalyst and Nexus,

Sometimes both male,

Sometimes both female,

Sometimes one of each,

Sometimes lines blurring.

Sometime one under the other's foot, Sometimes vice versa,

And so the Dancers dance,

And the Pipers play.

~Pipers by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, October 17, 2015

In the Gleam Beyond the Gloom

Through the darkness I part the Veil,
And walk the hidden paths,
In the brightness beyond the pale,
I see what none have seen.
There's danger here in the world beyond,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.

And all my days it waits for me,
The calling in my blood,
And through the years I walk the paths,
That very few have seen,
The Veil grows thin as years go by,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.

Through the darkness I return again,
From those fair hidden paths,
And as I walk I learn to talk,
Like I once knew I could,
For few have been beyond the veil,
In the gleam beyond the gloom.

~In the Gleam Beyond the Gloom by Bethany "Lorekeeper" Davis, March 5, 2015


My attempt at translating it into Latin:

Velum parte post umbram,
Et ambulate per semitae occultae,
In splendóribus supra pallidus,
Non video quid viderim.
Non est hic mundus extra periculum,
In splendóribus post umbram.

Et omnibus diebus meis memet maneat
Vocatio in sanguine meo,
Et per annos ambulate semitae,
Valde pauci, quas vidi,
Velum crescit tenuis quod eunt anni,
In splendóribus post umbram.

Per tenebras revertentur
Ex his latet semitas occultae,
Et ego ambulo illis loquela,
Scientes semel ego potui,
Pauci abierunt trans velum,
In splendóribus post umbram.

And a translation of that Latin from an academic translation site:

And the hanging for the part after the shadow,

And walk by the ways of the hidden God,

In the brightness of beyond the pale,

I do not see what I saw,

He is not here the world is out of danger,

In the brightness after the shadow.

The call waits for me,

In my blood, and all my days,

And I will walk you through the years, the highways,

Very few men, that I have seen,

As the years go by the thin veil of the increases,

In the brightness after the shadow.

From these things it is hidden by the darkness,

They shall come again the paths of the hidden God,

And I, I walk the angels have speech,

Yet knowing that once I was able to,

They went to the other side of the veil of the few,

In the brightness after the shadow.