The Chosen One

by TS S. Fulk

Tonight is the summer solstice

My day, oh blessed lord, my night

It’s the longest day of the year

Yet the stars twinkle like dew drops

Covering the fiddlehead ferns

Here in her woods, the Mother’s place

I am the chosen one, the key

Thousands of her young shall be born

My skin is glorified

With the arcane etchings 

Needed for opening

The gate, the bridge, the world

Soon she shall reign supreme

I smile in my role

As midnight approaches

Moonlight reflects on the knife’s edge