Little Rabbit's Glen

O’ Tiw,

Great God of the Sky,

Husband of Eorthe,

your breath is the winds,

and your laughter is the thunder crackling alongside your son, Thunor,

Father of Sunne, Mona, and Eostre,

I call to you,

bless my bindings,

let me break free of the shackles that contain me.

I give you my troth,

as you gave the wolf your hand.

Hail Tiw!