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May the moon not be broken and fall from the heavens,
May the sun not blacken and wither and fall.
In poison suffused I cry out in supplication –
Of the body of earth,
Of the waters of earth,
Of the deeps of earth,
Of the teeming of earth,
Of the multitudes,
Of all breathing,
Of all being –
May our doom which we have made be turned aside,
May we be turned aside from our doom.
Tamilia said:
Thank you for sharing this poem. I love it. I also appreciate the notion that if we actively weave our doom we must actively unweave said doom. An apotropaic prayer fits nicely with that idea.
DreamingWood said:
You’re welcome, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Ian Phanes said:
Can I add this to my Book of Art?
DreamingWood said:
Of course!