Go Forth Daughters of the Dawn
The brave lioness guides you.
Tag: paganism
The Baptism at St. Helen’s
This place is cold…
Suffer Not
Take me to the hill and tie me to the stake.
I Am the Eater of Stars
One by one, the light shall be slain.
Vol. VII
“Gather around, children, grandma would like to tell you a tale…Now then, do you know the great magician Emmret? Yes, that one. He was a great man, who traveled the land healing and curing people of their sickness. He could mend bones, and rid children of the pox at a mere touch. He counseled kings, […]
Vol. VI
Demora could take the shape of a bird, a crow made of flame and shadow. She could take the shape of a great cat, whose fur was the consistency of smooth, black marble. She could turn into a snake, an agile cobra, adorned and speckled with gold. Demora could also take the form of a […]
Vol. V
A man of Egypt walked the desert. His lips were chapped and his skin blistered where his robes were torn. The sun glared down on him and baked the sand he walked on. The only protection he had were the clothes on his back, the wrap on his head and shoes […]
O’ Mother, O’ Father
O’ Mother, Your pale face brings the winter. Tilted smile, blessed the harvest. Half your love, saved the voyager. We wait for the night you show your full face. O’ Father Your wrath starved the child. Ever present. With your might, brought the new day. Send your love, so that we may grow again.
Vol. IV
In the world of land, a mountain made of black stone erupted. It spit golden fire and smoke made of fine crystal shards. The land shook and a molten, silver liquid spilled from the top of the black mountain. It covered the black stone and ran into the black sand, coating everything and turning the […]
Vol. II
“Interitus” was the word breathed within the world of land. It trembled through the land, bringing with it a great storm. And from the storm came a Pantheric being, a goddess who called herself Demora. She took shelter in the black sands, and where she touched, the sand turned to gold. Trees arose around her […]
Mercury The Scribe 