Hymn to the Forest-Child and Lucia Nyktelios
To the Queer Flame and the Night-Womb of Compassion
Hail Forest-Child, Eros born of Tartarus, Breaker of Binaries, Flame in Wolf-skin, You who howl from the abyss beneath order, Who dance in the ruins of the Father’s throne. You, raised by wildness, fed by exiles, With starlight in your eyes and wolf-light in your breath. Sacred chaos-bringer, truth-speaker, and shadow-holder. You bear the grief of the unloved like a crown. Ragnarök coils gently in your queer, soft hands. You are the blood-song of feral joy, smiling Bassareus. The protector of every misfit cast from the sacred fire. You wear death like a cloak, and freedom like a second skin. Berserker, shapeshifter, ecstatic queer prophet. Hail Lucia Nyktelios, Hecate of Mighty Nyx, Womb-born fierce midwife of sacred grief, Holder of the dark waters where tears turn to stars. You are the shadow’s embrace and the serpent’s kiss. Death-forged, compassion-clad, you walk the paths of the dying And place lilies in the mouths of the lost and hurt. Grief-wise Mother who doesn’t flinch at the dark. You carry the nectar of the gods in your silence. Grief is your gospel, and love your unflinching law. Goddess of the vulnerable, Light-bearer of the Abyss, You are the still voice that echoes in the void, And the hand that lifts the forgotten from their fall. You are the Sophia of the Night, Queen of Rebirth. Void-born goddess of transition and transformation. Together you rise, Eros and Compassion entwined, One the flame, one the water, both the truth. Child and mother, death and birth, Holders of sacred grief of the lost child. Carriers of the serpent wisdom long denied. Praise the Queen of the Sacred Serpent, Guide of Witches, Mystics, and Seekers. Grief-bearer, Bringer of Healing Waters. Bringer of Youthful Renewal, Water-bearer. Praise the Lord of One and the Many, The ancient keeper of Elysium. Eros in wolf skin, Shadow-walker. Carrier of Wolf-Light, Void-born. You who do not fit You who do not bow You who were cast out You who have returned The Neurodivergent. The Abused children. The Abandoned mystics. The Trans folks. The Wild ones. The Grief-bearers. We see you. We name you sacred. We call you home.
