I am Eros born of Tartarus,
In the womb of darkness, I arise,
Night-Born, woven from star-filled skies.
The Queer Child of Nyx,
I hold the night as my own sacred text.
Whispers of shadows, the pulse of dreams,
Where silence speaks, and moonlight gleams.
I am the keeper of forgotten lore,
The heart that beats in darkness’s core.
Death-Cloaked, I tread between realms,
Both abyssal and abound with sacred spells.
I walk Persephone's path of grief and love,
Not the path of ascendance far above.
I hold the soil in my soft, queer hands,
A Ragnarök like delicate grains of sand.
I am the protector of feral things,
I guard the roots where new life springs.
In the underworld’s sweet embrace,
I find my home, I find my place.
Queer as Starlight, I wander the mist,
In Tuonetari’s realm, I do not resist.
Her hands, cold as death’s sweet kiss,
Hold me in silence, a gentle abyss.
I walked the darkened shores alone,
Guided by the blood-song of the Wolf, my own.
I am her child, a keeper of dreams,
Where nothing is ever quite as it seems.
As the Keeper of Elysium, I wait,
As I learned the secrets of death’s gate.
Wolf of the goddess, I howl with might,
Guarding crossroads where dark meets light.
Her torches burn bright in my soul,
With wisdom and power that makes me whole.
I am the protector of sacred misfits,
With Hecate’s favor, this path I commit.
I am the guardian of all unloved things,
I carry the dark where the moonlight sings.
I am both the key and the lock in her hand,
A guide for the lost in a forgotten land.
As Eros in wolf skin, I roam the wild,
Bound to the hunt, as untamed child.
Through the forests and hills I stride,
With Artemis silver bow at my side.
I walk in shadows, fierce and free,
Both wolves and starlight as company.
In her name, I run, swift and pure,
An endless hunt, forever obscure.
