The light fades as Nyx tosses her ebony veil,
Under that silvery orb the dreamers gather
Because in granting those wishes nature failed
Moonage blood becomes useful for such a matter.
Lure the far-shooting maiden of the wild hunt,
Call the crone and charioteer with winged steeds,
Summon the mystical mother who mountains haunt,
Ask, don’t take, a drop of blood for your dreamed deeds.
Do feel your sisters’ hearts burn as that same fire
Where now wine is poured with hymns or chants,
In opal like white robe, or dark as obsidian attire
May a lucky one in blood for her dream get a chance.
These are not mad Bacchicantes, nor wild nymphs,
Heavens failed and now, they ask for their Ichor sips.
– E. Leija
About the author:
E. Leija is a Mexican artist who has been writing poetry for 7 years and loves blending ancient lore and art within the verse with inspiration such as Hesiod, Ovid, and classic literature forms. He’s currently delving into the world of multilingual poetry and loves learning about language background and its beauty.
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