Cousin of Artemis, standing at the crossroads.
Your black dog howls and my hair stands on end.
I find myself lost and scared and I need a guide in you. A guide through the dark, through the death, through myself... what stands between me and who I want to become.
A night owl in flight.
What is me and what can I cast off?
A wild mare in fright.
What is love and what is dross?
In nature there is no loss.
Walk with me, beside me, in front of me, behind me, over me, under me, walk within me as protectress and guide. Your virgin sister stands scared and faltering on a path. Meet me in the dark. Meet me in my heart. Your titaness strength and resolve as my own.
