Submitted By: Ozora McLeod
Bune Delivered within: Not specified

In 2020 I contacted Bune and was given five years of financial assistance in exchange for a tattoo of Bune’s sigil. My previous contract has ended, and I am now renewing my working with Bune. Over the years I have applied perfumed ointments to the sigil and meditated with Bune.

Bune has often called me her priestess and has consistently shown me in a black robe on the edge of a lake. I live on a lake in the mountains. This time I have been asked to write a poem and post it to this forum in exchange for assistance.

Here is my offering

Bune

A flickering oil lamp at the edge of a great dark lake,
Held high by the hand of a black-robed priestess,
Hood pulled low. This is more than an enrichment
Program for the desperate and the selfish. This
Is the silence of the wilderness on a moonless
Night, silence that enters your soul and pierces
Your mind. It is the swift-moving shadows that dog the
Pilgrim’s every step. Take note, Pilgrims, that, still, to this
Day, you are not an island.