Hollow Branches - Verdant Rites

He rose in bramble crown, Lips sewn in moss and nettle. Eyes hollowed by rootlight— The Green Man haunts these ancient woods. Decay to all whom trespass in harm. We crush the sage between our teeth, We stitch the wound with mugwort threads. Venom drawn from the elder’s bark, Ashes steeped in nightshade and dread. Speak the spell through wormwood breath. Draw the sigil with rain-fed soot. Blood of fern and rue and seed— We heal through what we cut. Green be the fire that feeds the bone Green be the wrath that splits the stone By stalk and thorn, by leaf and lung— The poison seeps in veins, undone Henbane dreams and valerian sleep, We burn what grows and drink what we keep. Speak to the dead with elderflower breath— The bloom knows no death. Green be the fire that feeds the bone Green be the wrath that splits the stone By stalk and thorn, by leaf and lung— The poison seeps in veins, undone Green be the fire that feeds the bone Green be the wrath that splits the stone By stalk and thorn, by leaf and lung— The poison seeps in veins, undone Bind their greed in bindweed coils Bury their names beneath black soil Let every herb be blade again— Let the Green Man wear their skin! Green be the fire that feeds the bone Green be the wrath that splits the stone By stalk and thorn, by leaf and lung— The poison seeps in veins undone