Take aim, my sweet sister,
my darling mother, my virgin goddess,
as your feet pitter patters with the coming of the dusk,
so too, does your heart bring new meaning
with the rising of the moon,
with your bow and arrow,
and with care-you hunt,
finding no things shallow,
with your hound you run,
to take aim and shoot,
but protect all things good,
the children will find you
when they search for your root;
protecting such creatures that light the eve,
take aim of all things dark,
and let the children be the light in the dark.