A Prayer to the Dark
I speak to the dark
from within the darkness,
of night from the night.
Darkness I praise,
for in the dark mysteries are found
the answers to all that I seek.
I praise night as the first of all things
in whose vast void
worlds are formed
At night the universe lives
in the night are the passions stirred
and in the shadows are roused
the greater stirrings of life.
Darkness is my friend
the night is my time.
I am a creature of the darkness
I am a being of the night.
Enfolded within Her shroud
I seek after the mysteries.
I have eschewed light for shadow.
I have cast aside the ease of the flock,
for challenge of the lonely quest.
I have discarded fear
and with courage look into the night
for Her infernal mysteries.
In the dark is passion
In the dark is fury
In the dark is wisdom
In the dark is power
In the dark is more
than words alone can measure.
Sprits of the night,
fearsome beings of power and passion
terrible beings of instinct and emotion
powerful beings of knowledge
and wisdom
You are my teachers
You are my guides
You are my Dieties.
For in you I glimpse
the thing I might yet become
I am a being of the flesh
and of the flesh's passions
I indulge and take my full measure.
So it is with my spirit
I cast it into the night
and of the night's passions
I indulge and take my full measure.
Spirits of the night,
Open me to your terrors
Tear asunder that which was burned
upon my soul in the light.
Open for me the freedom of the night.
In the Dark is freedom
In the Night is joy
In the Dark is passion
In the Night is wisdom
All these does my soul seek!
