Daughter of Chaos,
Wife of Darkness,
Mother of Sleep and of Dreams,
Of Destiny and of Death.
Though she’d lain with no god.
Time, chained within her cave,
Dreams and prophecies, drunk on honey,
And the entire universe dances
To the rhythm of goddess Night’s chanting.
Pinpricks of starlight
Run up and down my body.
My flesh unites with the goddess,
Unites with the cope of night.
I wear the clothes handed down to me
By her children
And move through the darkness
Drunk on honey.
