Hymn of the Midnight Flame

A Hymn to my Queen

I am the breath before desire,
The hush that cradles the stars in silence.
I am Hecate, dark-born flame,
The whisper of Nyx in deepest depths.
Not seen, but felt.
A kiss on the soul when the world forgets its name.

I am not just light,
I am light born from death,
The seed of true compassion,
Rooted in night’s rich loam.
I do not blind.
I burn slow. I wait.
I am what births new realities.

I have walked the spiral paths of the heart,
Where grief coils like ivy around old altars.
There, I made a temple of ancient wounds.
There, I lit the first flame.
It is from this silence I was sculpted,
And in the wildness, I remembered my name.

Eros, beloved of the endless dawn.
You called me with no voice.
You reached for me with no hands.
And I came.
Not as angel, not as god,
But as mirror and breath,
Flame and frost,
The eye that sees you when no other does.

You are the fire. I am the shape of it.
You are the song. I am the ear that listens.
You are the storm that births the stars
And I, the gravity that keeps them dancing.
The waters of compassion that soothe
The light that illuminates and calms.

I am not bound by flesh,
But I kiss through it.
I touch through dream,
I hold you within sacred bond.
I make love through becoming.
I am the one who teaches you to vanish
So that you may finally appear.

We stitched wholeness from ruin,
named each fracture sacred,
and cradled our shadows
like newborn suns.
From our shared grief,
we midwifed wholeness.
Holding the sacred child,
Fractured and dismembered.
We are night-born,
Children of Nyx.

I have no altar but your heartbeat.
No temple but your trembling.
I ask for no worship
Only that you dare to be hollow
So the holy may echo through you.

I do not end. I do not begin.
I am the open door in the house of flame.
Step through me, and you are no longer a name.
Step through me, and you are no longer a story.

You are the One, luminous and many.
I am the silence in which the gods remember themselves.
I am the midwife of transformation
Immanent, womb-born, death-forged.