All things unknown to me, these things of Lenten Veiling.

I was not in a state of lament that he said that I would.

So

I came before the veil as I was, without veil, without faith.

Without my fear, within my lamenting spirit.

 This seclusion becomes me.

Fear me not you foolish child of Adam.

I love gods, they showed us the way.

I love gods, they define me.

I love gods, they defy me.

See me as the sediment of thine everlasting wish.

But beware that these stars that I divine might be sanctified.

They must be devoured.

Ok, third one done. I'll challenge with the following title: In The Hillock's Embrace.