Prologue

With heron’s bone and owl’s wing,

Through vulture’s silence, the ravens sing.

Through absence and desire, blood and fear,

A discovery of witches will carry them here.

Four drops of blood on an altar stone,

Foretold this moment before you were born.

Three families joined in joy and in struggle,

Will each bear witness to the black bird oracle.

Two children, bright as Moon and Sun,

Will Darkness, Light, and Shadow make one.