" I " by Ryewolf
I, who have sat astride the Lions back and flown the air on
the wings of an Eagle.
I, who behold the world in balance and who is present at the
beginning and end.
I, who became King of The Underworld and stole the crown of
the Sun.
I, who vanquished the darkness and brought the light of
renewal to the Earth.
I, who have thirteen silver spokes in each golden turning of
The Great Wheel.
I, who behold the majestic celestial procession and partake
in its endless heavenly dance.
I, who became a million million stars spiraling unceasingly
until the universe's demise.
I, who vanquished the emptiness of the void and caused all
that exists to be.
I, who have sat and watched the birth of stars and the death
of distant Suns.
I, who behold the undying love in young hearts and the
remorseless destruction in dead souls.
I, who became the Great Healer of pain and seized the bald
sexton of the present.
I, who vanquished the span of all things and became the
Mistress who awaits their return.
I, who have been all these things, call to you.
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