Nite

Nite, my brother, i welcome

thee into me.

The flames i light are for thee.

Draw their warmth and lite

into thyself.

Consume them, drink them,

make of them a magick.

Nite, my brother, i beckon

thee into me.

Hide me, calm me, soothe me,

as you soothe us all.

Blanket us with your

solitude and joy.

Nay, we do not fear thee

any longer.

For though some claimest

thou conquered.

We know thee, feel thine

strength course through us,

and are strong.

In the course of time lo,

these centuries,

we have feared, yea even

despised thee.

Ignorance can oft breed spite,

even in the noblest of souls.

I, we, have come to know better.

To the nite then,

now my brother.

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