As my earthbound soul seeks liberation
I straddle the gate of tomorrow
Beholding the Divine emergence
Again my spirit is filled with yearning
Now the Great One approaches
Brushing my wildness with memory
Reminded of home –  my heart aches
~~Feral Goddess, A Green-Muilenburg


Wild Heka

In Her madness there was magic
Ecstatic Heka forged Her being 
A tempest woven from the universe 
Became Her stained shroud 
A holy testament of ascension
Loamy chaos engulfed my own descent
My heka thrusting fierce spears
Against the deathless Eye
Delivering blindness and truth 
Now taking up Her garments
My own wildness is quickened
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

Chaos Cry

​My need breaches even the heavens

Battering the gates of tomorrow

With my demand a silent screech

Like the divine hawk at birth

Thrown to the universe in fierceness

A defiant desire beyond worlds

This strangling of consciousness

Perpetuating the lie of mortal flesh

Seeding my pain 

Needing freedom from creation

Chaos my only answer

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

God’s Fire

The Old Gods do not slumber
They ebb and flow around us
Surging through our very veins
Inundating us with their primordialness
Our destines they ignite outside of time
Guiding us into the forges of service
Charging us in honor and dedication
Their mysteries sanctified for the discerning
Many shall spurn this sacred summons
Few have the tenacity to endure the path
Even fewer shall return 
Reborn yet changed forever 
By the Gods Fire
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg


Road Too Well Traveled


Your adventure is ending.  You are beat down, dirty, exhausted and in a strange land.  You have brandished your sword, forged lost trails, worked dark magics long forgotten, raged and rampaged for your lone cause. 

You have begged in dirty cities where no one knew your face, hermited away licking wounds from the last wars scars that will never heal. You have unleashed chaos in the heart of the mob, and made love with insanity.  Now at the end of all things, the prize is not the prize you sought, your crown you have cast away as meaningless. 

Your armies have deserted you or died defending your mad cause under an exiles banner.  The demon you released has razed your kingdom scorching your flesh from bone refusing to be one with you.  Now all you seek is your fortress in the deep desert. 


The hallowed place you once called home, the one where you sang the sun from the heavens. Your rightful legacy where you conversed with the father of dragons and bathed in enchanted moon waters.  This sacred place where only the scorpions know your secrets. 

Your heart is breaking, there is no return to once upon a time and the deep desert is just a mirage you keep moving toward, for you know no other way anymore. ~~Feral Goddess, A. Green