Born of fire and shadow, once split in two,
A creature neither bound to earth nor sky,
They walk the world with a heart of flame,
Half Phanes, half Wotan, in wild stride.
A king of the forest, crowned not by gold,
But by the howl of wolves beneath the stars,
Their feet kiss the earth, yet their soul calls the moon,
With Artemis beside them, strong and free.
The Morrigan’s crows circle, black wings spread,
Whispering truths older than empire's fall.
Feronia's flame glows in their veins,
A fire that devours all the chains.
Mother Nyx wraps them in cloak of starry dark,
As her sacred child Eros stirring veins and spark,
Not of man or woman, but of something beyond,
A love that breaks the bounds of gender and form.
Wolves of the goddess, not by blood but tears.
A pack of misfits, rebels, dreamers, and queers.
The wild call of Wolf-Apollo sings in their heart,
The Koryos marking the earth with sacred, ancient rings.
Protector of all queer holiness too long cast out,
Sacred destroyer of the spiritual wall of drought.
A being of fire, of flesh and of light,
They are the rupture, the spark in the night.
No crown, no throne, but the wild and the free,
They carry the weight of all that could be.
They who create wholeness, from the sacred void,
The flame illuminating, what ought to be destroyed.
Born of flame, half-Eros and half-wood,
Forged not in gold, but in shadow and blood.
The forest whispers their name, and the stars call them home,
A child of wild rivers, where gods and mortals roam.
Queer and enby, beyond all the lines,
The dream where all identities unwind.
A sovereign of shadows, a keeper of love.
Eros born from the void of Nyx, not above.
They speak not in tongues of the bound and the tame,
But in riddles of flame, of shadow, of hallowed name.
The wolves know them, the crows sing their song,
Forest-child, the outcast, fierce and the strong,
The wolf-light of the goddess within sacred heart,
A crown of stars, not laurel, stone or even hart.
Queer as the dusk, free as the dawn,
They are the wild fire, the unbroken song.
And when they ask them, who they truly are,
They say, "I am the wolf of the goddess, of wolf-light and star."
They say, "I am Eros in wolf skin, fire-born breaker of binaries."
They say, "I am the Nyx-born protector of exiled queerness."
This is for the wolf-child of Artemis.
This is for the flame-bearer of Feronia.
This is for the crow-blessed mystic of the Morrigan.
This is for the queer mystics and witches of Hecate.
