Each strike
in a cascade
of crimson

Raising my wand
with each spell
you push back
into me

Lines like ogham
fate read
in the red
on your flesh

Fine Rattan
flies with fury
Bamboo snapping
as it descends

Koa wood
a prayer to the gods
Birch calling
tradition home

Tools laid bare
you become
Oak and Ash
Willow and Thorn

Each howl
each moan
a sacred moment
echoes out