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Here comes

The shadow weaver

Bringer of lucid dreams

Wanderer of the night

Key of night, carrier of the umbilical noose!

Her voice - her wails, they call to me, to us!

Her words, are as mantra, calling... the blind god.

Here comes

The shadow weaver

Wanderer of the night

Her voice

Echoing from miles ahead

Like mermaid chants

From across thy sea

Her voice, neither rises nor falls;

Neither breathless, nor breathing

It carries the wind of storms and thus

Words become Prayer, and they are as key!

Cometh!

Do Descend! Descend, into this vessel

My eyes are opened that You may see, oh blind one

The thighs are parted so that You may enter!

Oh strangler of infants! Raise those in the tomb, as they are killed within the womb

Oh changer of hearts, bring upon me glaring eyes

So that I may as you castrate the sons of Adam

Beneath the gaze of the blind one