Hymn I

Glory unto Thee
Who dreamest eternally
In the darkest Abyss,
Where only the Few darest
Trespass and tread into.

Thou art the Nameless;
Thou art the Formless;
Thou art the Hidden Torch;
Great Bringer of Light.

Without mine eyes
Yet wide-eyed do I behold Thee,
Father of Illumination,
With coruscating sword in hand
Slashing away Fear from my Path.

I, freed from all Resistance, transcend
Into Thy garden of proscribed Love
And stand in awe before Thee,
Mother of Truth, Destroyer of Lies;
Gravid with Chaos in Thy womb.

M.M. — Martius MMX; Junius MMXI