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O’ Radiant One, Æled, You light my way in the darkest of nights. Your warmth kindles the flames of sacrifice, and I am forever in your debt, for sending my thanks upwards to the Almighty Gods.
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O’ Terrible One, Wandering wizard of old, I call to you in my darkest hour. Runes alight, riddles are told, and my fortune lays before me; bold. O’ Woden the Wanderer, I follow your steps, guiding me ever towards my death. But with you by my side, I have no fear, for I know, a…
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O’ cow-eyed Hera, Pangratis Potnia, Powerful Queen, Your eyes arch on the land light the sun breaching the horizon. Hera Kydrí, you guide my sandled steps, towards horizon that is your heart.
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O’ Mighty Gods Great of the Land You lead me to and fro. On white mare I ride, over giant’s back I glide, to lands new and fair. O’ Gods of Cymru, I hail thy names, and wish you well ahead. For nothing but the deepest dark would keep me from your stead.
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I run, I chase, I climb the tallest of mountains, I ford the heaviest of streams. Still, that goal, that hope for a brighter day, seems ever further. As I struggle in my strife, my mind reaches to you, and I call out, “Hope, for the fool you love most, won’t you stop?” And as…
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I soar, on magpie’s wings above rocky cliffs and crashing waves, to the cave you dwell. In my heart, I am led to you, Afagddu, Very Black, a name forced upon you. I know your true name, Morfran, Sea Raven. And on sea-salted wings, I soar to you.
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Drip, drip, drip, you hold the bowl above my bowed head, catching droplets of snake’s milk. Deep, I am bound, by the entrails of the child I was, and you stand above, catching each drop. But a time comes, when I must face the venom, and give your hands a moment to rest. I will…
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Under the light of the Blood Worm Moon, I swore a secret to myself. Forever, I would cherish you. With my Gods at my sides, to guide me when darkness comes, I endeavor to be the light that continues to brighten your life, as you brighten mine, dearest of my heart.
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Your breath ghosts across my lips, like the breeze of the sea, rough, yet comforting, chilling, and grounding. Black wings embrace me, a comorrant feather upon my breast, to guide me home, to your nest of outcasts.
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All it takes, is a simple word, a request to slow, and you bring your horse to a canter. I climb astride, firm in my faith that I am safe with the Great Queen, and together, we tred the line, between this world and Annwfn.
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