[The Red Time of the Year is Close at Hand]
Slay the talking animal from the wardrobe –
he is not what you think he is!
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The Rabbit Lord looks down from his grassy hill –
his rabbits gather around him,
they are listening, they are waiting…
The lambs and the sheep,
they baa baa and are bleating loudly in the meadow below–
Causing a tremendous ruckus –
The time of the Lamb is over…
The Rabbit Lord stands proudly upon his hill,
watching those down below
as the rabbits stand alongside and all around him
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The Rabbit Lord admiringly addresses the Horned God –
“It is your time, ancient one –
as it is mine”
The horned one speaks, his voice rumbling the landscape
as if sudden thunder has presented itself
“I will keep the wolves and the foxes away from your lair, dear Rabbit -
You will not be in danger”
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The horned one speaks (to all):
Gather the wild dogs and the wild hogs…
Gather the deer…
Gather everything in the forest that breathes and that walks on all fours –
Gather everything that slithers and embraces the ground as they travel…
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The Rabbit Lord sniffs the air – and it smells like blood –
it smells like war –
it smells like change…
We are many –
and we will multiply to become even more –
to stand alongside the herd and the army of the Horned God
Morning birds – at the dawn –
sing us songs of glory –
sing us songs of triumph and rebirth
Sing birds – Sing!
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The lambs and the sheep are suddenly terrified
– they are bleating and baa baaing wildly
They see the Rabbit Lord standing upon the grassy hill above –
They see his jeweled crown proudly set upon his rabbit head –
they see the jewels sparkling brilliantly in the mid-day sun
They see him looking down at them…
The lambs and the sheep begin to run – they begin to run fast –
as the heavy footfalls from wolves hungrily approach -
as the foxes leave their dens to join the wolves…
…while the Rabbit Lord watches from his grassy hill above
with his rabbits listening and waiting
