Bear, Badger, Ghost were of the woods
And came now to the sea.
For all they’d met of mad and good
They’d never met the sea,
Had never touched, nor been touched by
The deep and vengeful sea.
They heard a crashing, cracking cry
And clack of crescent claws,
They felt a flash of lightless eyes
That promised deeper gods,
They rushed to see through sea’s disguise
And meet the older laws.

Bear was a hillside that awoke
From dreams of ferns and fens,
To find both Ghost and Badger poked
Inside him in their dens.