Rider of night and nightmares,
of escape and inescapable, Epona
in her cloak the dark of moonless night
flees light of day.

Her white horse plunges through crossroad fires as she races west.  
Let her give you rest, and if sleep evades she brews bitter valerian. She knows
our eyes must close one third of our hours.
Jung understood why she lets terrors emerge.

Startled, we rise sweating, pulse pounding when Epona’s white horse
carries us where we’d rather not go.  

Epona is the Celtic horse goddess. She is also a bringer of dreams, dream enchantments, and nightmares.