Utter blackness consumes me
Light fades into dusk
Vespertine buds unfurling
To release their fragrant musk.

My dream is a Starclad Woman
Brittle Her laugh and so
Tenfold cleaved my blood
In offerings to the Crone.

Sustain me, Eventide Matron
Black milk, bittersweet
As moon-eyed I weep...

For blessings within Your Eternal tableau.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lupar, in the year 670 AF.