I am a thing of fur and horn and hoof, of scent and wild and free.
I am a thing of man and magic and blood sap from a tree.
I am a thing of water and soil, emerging as seasons from the sea.
I am a thing of sex and secrets, and dreams that share the seed.
I am the cards and the shuffle.
I am the tears and the laughter.
All things of beauty are my joy.
So mote it be.