I sit in the branches of the Eileithyian tree, gazing down upon you.
The statues of Mother, Father and Sister stand guard.
You shift, you cry out softly, demons haunting your rest.
I reach a hand out and touch the globe that cradles you,
you sigh softly and rest - relieved of your fear,
comforted that someone who loves you and watches over you is near.

As I serve the God of War, Father of the One,
I shall honour my vow - I will forever serve His Son.
Rest well, my Lord. Sleep and recover from your turmoil.
The wrongs of your past, shall be righted.
And the Divine Child will return to us, once more.
And the Family of the One shall weep..

no more.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Phaestian, in the year 388 AF.