Great Goddess of Pouring Waters

A Short Poem

Mighty wolf of great flames, bringer of the sacred wolf light, who does not weep,
Let in the midst of the dance of chaos and life, there be a space, this sacred keep.
Whilst the flames of purification and renewal blast through Solar Madness's hold,
Sweep away from man, woman and child, mental chains, humanity's bane of old.

Let the titans fall to the mighty gods of most divine light, to protect the most sacred,
Where masks fall and stone titans crumble into dust, from clothed in death to naked.
Let the waters of the Great Goddess of pouring waters wash away the dust of decay,
To show that the old path of titans, state of mind clouded in hatred, is not the way.

No mercy is to be bestowed on those forces that chain minds, the wolves bane,
For humanity these distorted beliefs by long overdue trauma, causes much pain.
So let them be dust and fertilizer for the birth of a new world, let these ideas die,
Only through nurturing the most sacred child within, can we find something high.

Let us rise from the dust of titans and madness, Iacchus the guiding torch of light,
To free ourselves from, the mad dance of Titanic Order, finding harmony so bright.
Let the wolves and bears of Nyx sweep through our minds with wrathful love,
So the child within and nature is no longer something despised or we are above.