Priestess of Tryblith

As a child he asked of me
Offerings of flowers
And through the years I worshipped him
He granted me his powers
But new Gods have gained prominence
And so his power wanes
Lest I provide the offerings
Of blood as he ordains

For thirty days I left his shrine
The safety of the trees
And traveled through the towns of man
To find one who would please
I found him on the fifteenth day
And for him I did a dance
And lead him to my forest home
As though within a trance

I dance a dance of sorrow
And I sing a verse of pain
I know not if the morrow
Will release me from these chains

For two weeks we lived happily
On fruit and game and wine
I said that with a sacrifice
We'd share a gift divine
And so upon the final day
With full moon shining bright
I spilt his blood upon the stone
My god drank well that night

Now every night the moon is full
Within that cursed glade
I wrap my spells about myself
And dance for my love's shade
I dance a dance of sorrow
And I sing a verse of pain
I know not if the morrow
Will release me from these chains