Nine-Fold Children!

Hallow!

Hallow!

Shrine!

The pentacles coin flips, 9 is the energy that completes the vastness of my being. The all is one - 9 that becomes whole. Under the well the chaos begins to consume me. Hail the dark queen.

Chaosity cast, Harmony and flow, never lost and forever aglow.

Never be empty or a cup half full, may you chalice ever overflow.

Break the chains of the awful things of your past. Sever the ties when it doesn’t last.

Find your freedom in some sustenance, build your tower with confidence in some substance.

9 faces of the ancient runes, child of the Morrigan a great boon.

As a father of the futures son, I know your days of victory are to come.

A child of the gods, my dreams grant you power to revive where you come from.

The phantom in the shadows, working in the mist, may the moons cauldron grant you her gifts.

The time has come, all the grand tower stand at a base of rubble.

Interviewing your influences on a burning confluence.

Spouting their useless babble, the chaos come every now and then the clean out the rabble.

Pull out the cable choke your fears out and leave them laying on the table.

You’re the child of the wolf, and you’re a child of the Morrigan’s kin!!!

9 faces of the ancient runes, child of the Morrigan a great boon.

Now a father of the futures son, I know your days of victory are to come.

A child of the gods, my dreams grant you power to revive where you come from.

The phantom in the shadows, working in the mist, may the moons cauldron grant you her gifts.

Nine as one your destiny begun, glory to your mother’s son. I Grant you clarity and guidance before the fun, some you may see it through each and everyone. And a tune so you can remember you are loved, even when you’re missing one.

Standing at my hangman’s noose, suspended by life, Reopening closed doors.

Shenanigans power, gaining wisdom by the hour, Experience under the knife.

Blessed be - until I’m under the dirt, manifest the messages within.

So mote it be - here be it up to you, to become, to see what you choose. Know I believe in you.

9 faces of the ancient runes, child of the Morrigan a great boon.

A child of the gods, my dreams grant you power to revive where you come from.

The phantom in the shadows, working in the mist, may the moons cauldron grant you her gifts.

With Everlasting love, and from deep with in the blood, may your footsteps bring the flood.

Hallowed!

Shrine!