Who am I, who have I been?
I am a ghost from my past.

Where was I, those long dark nights on icy, winding roads?
I was lost within the edges of the void,
tightly holding Raven's neck.

What fed I upon, when no sustenance could be found at evening?
I fed upon memories of sustenance given long ago.

Where did I rest my head when I could go on no longer?
Upon the stones and soil and grasses of my Mother,
upon the arm of my Lover who could not understand me,
but would not leave me so.

What scars carry I, upon my soul that flesh cannot see, nor hearts of empathy bear?
I carry the scars of the Broken Moon,
the scars of Seeing, Knowing, Being
and refusing the Other-Than-Love.

Where was my Spiritblood, during the dark times of my quest and my pledge?
It beat in the heart-drums of my Family, always,
even when my own heart had but one small drop remaining
and I prayed for the rain of my Cousin's kindness
to refill and restore it's beat and thrum.

Where will I be found in the Great Memory?
I will be found here, at the center of the universe,
at the center of the void,
at the center of your heart.