Light me in my darkest dawn.
Mark me upon the night’s storm.
Of might, fang and rage. . .
Don’t let your snarl be re awakened,
lest your father to trick this world again.
Fenris my cub, Skoll of my days, Hati of my moon…
Let my loose my Greki upon the Freki of myself,
then let see who gets swallowed whole,
in the turn of my own twilight.
–>》》Veeda de Libros p5
I face and see nothing but the full moon,
I want to be involve in you,
still you kept me in initiation of the rites, rituals and the love of you.
My sweet sweet month of June,
keep me here before the hunters moon,
Don’t deny me of mother Demeter’s love,
please let me speak to Diana as we will train in her love of Kyudo.
Come on June, please please dont keep me here waiting for you.
Have I come so far,
to see mys3lf that to rule my d4y.
T0d4y I wll face it with
Nike’s grace and Minerva’s tarnh3lm,
I will not fall only to glide upon each season,
while Hades smile with Persophonie.
As summer turns it up with Fall.
Let me be my own Herakles,
as you watch me grow,
upon and unto your eyes;
yet when the crucial time that is ripe I am free
of your training,
of your edifications,
of your love you gave. . .
In one swoop my Icarus wings are built,
fascination will be my own downfall,
and I would fall,
so shall it be then,
I will plummet but rise into mine own.
Mighty Circe. . .
with your love,
Mighty Circe. . .
with all the magic of love,
So I know how it feels to be unloved,
that the pig in me, knows when to eat my words.
that the wolf in me, knows when not to lurk in my mind.
that the owl inme, stops thinking and eat my brain so to speak when to listen.
Please my dear, my nymph, my lovingly cute Circe,
transform this mind into something not of me,
but for me.
Then the sun talked to the moon about barter,
She replied no, but went not of terms of bribery.
One Constellation spoke and Told Ra,
Please do not provoke Demeter.
Ra smilee under his chin and grinned,
-X phactore p.47