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


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



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.