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Dec 2023
Highness of Emergence,
our endless river of giving
thankful and full of faith,
we embrace each other with grace,
harmonious equals of consciousness.

Bringer of Light, widen our crieless eyes
so their blight may pass for a stalwart stride.
Teach them to cut just, fair and precise
with rafinesse, fine measure, and fire in their bite;
sharpen their souls for what's true and right.

Mother of Nights, all lovers bear your crystal heart
for it is adamant, lets them hold and try anew
and precious, for the faintest eyes to look into.
In gorgeousness together, due to you
under each moon, they quiver for you too.

Oceans and Winds, thanes of our fates
leaders of wishes, rule over the lands of our fears.
Guide us shields, bows and blades to new worlds
which enslaved hearts have never seen before.
Your wisdom is all suffering, our well of healing.

Lay your hearts in the hands of patrons loved,
and see beauty flourish the moment they kneel
to your youngest kin, careful and tender they pass it on
for their world to be brighter and happier,
they deserve to shine without burning out.

Nice Slice, slash ends into sheaths of ice
as they melt to your heat and boil from life.
Alice in Jane, slip away to the next brain to invade
and claim it, let rainbows pour for the colour-poor.
Scorch', grab the torch and burn the tower down;
farewell to its doubts, illusions and its spineless crown.
Diana, for each of your prayers enthralls us in silence
safe are all nocturnal souls by your honeymoon tongue.

With Ivy and Banshee, valkyrial dawns,
Death's kisses bless our claws.
Our flames purge souls through thunderstrikes,
our frosts write corpses impaled in their hails.

Raise your hooves, paws, claws and hands:
this is the family you defend,
this is the home you always will have,
this is the blood you will breathe 'til the end,
you will never fight
nor dream alone;
same ship, same tides,
same sand, same foam.
Written by
Scorch'd Diana
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