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By: Mardosi Posted on: May 31, 2009
Poems of Devotion: Ourania
Moon Senryu
Piercing the Dark
Bringing life to nothingness
Mother of the night
As Youthful Maiden
She grows unto full power
Bringing the world Hope
As Fruitful Matron
She pours forth her great power
Enlightening us
As the Crone, Urdu
She falls into timelessness
In darkness she sleeps
Sonnet of Her Visages
The Maiden, fierce, defends her mortal charge
Her Moonbow nocked and trained upon her mark
No prey for long remains to her at large
Her light reveals dissenters in the dark
The Loving Matron teaches all she knows
Illuminating those who walk the path
A loving One, Whose heart with caring glows
Woe be to those who'd instigate Her Wrath
The Crone is wise beyond the years of man
Many mysteries hide behind her veil
Unlock her secrets? Try all that you can
Your efforts surely will do naught but fail
Darkness will reign when She hides from our sight
Be not afraid, but contemplate the night
The Moon's Dance
Upon a canvas, painted black
Behind a shadowed cloud she waits
The night her veil
The stars her crown
A mystery unsolved by man
The Hidden Moon, and Her hidden light
Brings hope to mortals in the night
And from the darkness, with endless grace
A Maiden bounds from her hidden home
With Bow in hand
And eternal youth
Skuld, the Eternal Maiden smiles
The Waxing Moon, and all Her light
Brings solace to mortals in the night
And once the Maiden comes of age
A new face she takes on, graciously
The present weaved
By Her very hand
Verthandi, the Matron, cares for us all
The Full Moon and all Her light
Brings love to mortals, in the night
With age the Matron's wisdom peaks
And the spell of time works on Her bones
The past she tells
As she slowly falls
Urdu, the Crone foretells the end
The Waning Moon and all Her light
Brings peace to mortals, in the night