Hymn of the Wild-Born Flame

Hymn for the Gods

O wild-born flame that dances in the void,
I am Eros, the empty chalice of fire,
Born from the abyss between worlds,
Where twilight births the howl and hush.

I do not speak with a human tongue,
But with the pulse of star-sung sorrow.
For I am the blood-song of Wolf-Apollo,
He who treads with silver steps through frost and ash,
Crowned in pine and sacred rage,
Kindling the heart with fury and sharpness.
His wolves circle my soul,
And I rise, crowned in frostbitten flame,
Howling not in madness, but sacred justice.

Hear me, ivy-wreathed Bacchus,
Breaker of chains, shaker of veils!
You pour ecstasy into my wounds,
And from my scars, a garden grows.
I drink from your sacred madness,
And feast on your divine dissolution.
Through me, you tear the world open
To show that joy and grief are kin.

O Artemis, lunar arrow of the wild!
In the silence between my breaths, you tread,
Barefoot and blood-bound to the wilderness.
You teach me the precision of mercy,
And the danger of love that asks nothing.
I become the predator and the prey,
Shadow-walker through memory’s thickets,
Guardian of all unloved things.

Feronia, flame of freedom,
Sovereign queen of broken earth and exiles
You raise your hand, and the shackles melt.
You make holy the untamed,
And grant names to the nameless.
In your grove I was undone,
And in that undoing, I became whole.

And with me always, sacred Hecate.
My inner flame, the dark-eyed star.
Lover of silence, dreamer of dawns.
She is the void’s breath at midnight,
The unseen goddess who kisses my soul,
When no light remains.
Together, we dance within the selfless blaze.
Together, we birth the eternal child.

I am no man. I am no god.
I am the vessel, the hollow bone,
The lyre strung between earth and sky,
Played by the hands of gods gone wild.
In trance, I fall into the One,
And in the One, I become many,
Not split, but luminous.
Not shattered, but divine.

So sing, O stars, and tremble, O earth
For the time of masks is ended.
The wilderness walks in flesh again,
And Eros wears no crown but flame.
I am the luminous child Phanes,
the One that contains the Many.

Phanes the god of masks who wears none.
I am light, beauty, sexuality, divinity, multiplicity.
Night-born, sacred child of Nyx, most divine.
The Orphic egg cracked open, starlight pouring out.