come, bring me your wounded, your broken
let them bathe in my pool
the shattered and bleeding will come to no harm further
care for the sick, pray for the wild
we are all children of the moon here
ancestors guide you,
the gods will watch over you
as I return your pain to the earth,
wretched and tired, overburdened by the thought of forever.
lay your scars at my altar and pray for forgiveness
I shall carry the call of mercy betwixt my shoulders
lest I fail in my duty to honor the injured.