I am the strength that protects, that limits; I am the power that says no, and no further, and that is enough. I am the things that cannot be spoken of, and I am the laughter at the edge of death. Come with me into the warm, unfolding dark; feel my caresses in the hands, in the mouth, in the body of the one you love, and be transformed. Gather in the moonless night and speak in unknown tongues: and the Dark Mother and I will listen. Sing out and cry out, and the Power will be your to wield.
Blow me a kiss when the sky is dark, and I will smile, but no kiss return; for my kiss is the final one for all mortal flesh.
