Persephone Kore – Plea for Children

For those who cannot speak – those silenced eternally
By Thanatos’ touch – I beseech you, Iron Queen, to
Watch over these children that will never know
The changing seasons directed by your mother,
That will never laugh and dance, as all children should.
Watch over these fragile butterflies as they flock to you,
Seeking a mother in the endless dusk of your abode;
Take them into your arms, Persephone Kore, and dance for them.
Make their eyes gleam with joy, instead of mirroring
The tears of their families, still alive in the bright world above.
Let them know a mother’s warmth, and keep them safe
From all that would cause them harm; they are dead, now,
But that does not keep the heartache of children at bay.
Ask that your mother, Demeter Anesidora, send forth
Warm fortune to help their parents to understand that
Death comes at any time. Ask that she tell them that
Their children are safe, with you, and that they will be
Reunited when it is their time to succumb to the eternal night.

Morning and Evening Invocations

MORNING – Mnemosyne
Mnemosyne, gatekeeper of memory;
I ask for your blessing on this day,
To stir my mind and help me gather my thoughts,
To let nothing important slide past my gaze,
To warm my mind with the touch of divinity, and
To help me remember all that I need.
 
 
EVENING – Lethe
Lethe, goddess of oblivion;
I ask that you rest your hands upon my head
And pour your forgetful waters over my skin,
To soothe away the troubles from my mind,
To calm my frantic thoughts, and
To help me find peace, so that I might sleep.

Short – Hymenaios

Around his neck lies the key to wedding
Delight, to the truth of all love and pain,
To sacrifice. His eyes, though, are as soft
As a child’s – tender, and ready to break.

Short – The Fey

Fey live in worlds that humans can only
Ever truly visit in their dreams. They
Linger in the hearts of those who love them;
In the threads that bind humans and the gods.

Short – Ares

Ares sharpens his weapons with the shine
Of aching love. His smiles stop a dozen
Bullets in their tracks; his courage knows no
Bounds. He is the flame, and women the moths.

Short – Coyote

His claws rake the earth. Fever stretches through
His coarse fur, his skin, his eyes that gleam with
Animal promise. Coyote’s kisses
Are edged with wildness, burning with instinct.

Short – Pasithea

Pasithea exists in a world that
Blends together the dizzying realms of
Sleep and wakefulness, reality and
Imagination. She lives for the night.

Short – Hypnos

The enchantments of heavy, lingering
Sleep and whispering dreams swirl beneath his
Eyelids; they gleam for all to see, when he,
Hypnos, lord of deep slumber, awakens.

Short – The Hyperionides

The guardians of sky-time; they linger
In shadows and sunlight, in the dappled
Cover cast by low-hanging trees, swirling
In the soft breeze – the Hyperionides.

Short – Pan

Pan’s body is alive in a way that
Not even he can truly understand.
His blood boils, surges; his kisses burn through
The crisp blanket of snow upon the earth.