First Fire

A Charm for Fire in Winter

Loudly she roars, Lung-Spear,

screaming wind, spitting ice.

Rise up, o Fire,

shield us from Her rage.

Come, o spark,

rise up from your bed,

made from the Green God’s hair.

Come, o flame,

rise up from your bench,

made from the Green God’s bones.

Come, o fire,

rise out of your hall,

made from the Green God’s limbs.

Roar, o blaze!

Answer her wrath,

and keep us ’til Sun’s return.