They weave and form from thought, matter that consecrates the intent of that Beginning.
So let these words form into the mud and earth a deep prayer of Come to Me.
I will lay by the roots of the tallest trees and see in the most decayed parts of the forest, new shoots bloom.
The time is coming.
And it is in this sacrifice, I give to you that which I held precious for so long. I give him to you to know the Fire and Water merge intimately.
Inanna
Ishta
Waheyla
Isa
Nut
Ma'at
Bastet
All the geometry of this necromancy. Rise, the dead and unfurl the new form of forgotten prayers.
Out of the dark, comes the blue flame of new deed.
He is dark, his eyes shine light. And there is a passion there unmatched by any other. He is me, in the most honest form. Laughter, and banter, sweetness and plea, I have never met someone so badly who wanted me.