THE CULT OF NYX
moon goddess • prima femme • mother of darkness
fertile crescent • harvester of sorrows
the moon • the void • the dark • the shadow • the eternal
Danielle, Sir Didymus. And rushes forward.
No gospel now. An answer in motion.
Come, damned onus, from darkened corner, waited with murder eyes. Before a word is spoken, air is torn, flesh is ripped.
Leave me now, the fallen king. I will kill all that walk.
Insect flees and man elopes. But Sir Didymus. Oh, the sorrow.
I have a raven yet more cruel: its name is Not Once. The son of man, too, will sleep forever.
I don’t care about names, Jack, and neither do you.
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