Artio

Hymn to Artio

Thick rasp of your muzzle,

Mother,

hot breath of darkest night.

Dreaming under North Star shine

you suckle your children,

waiting for dawn.

Tooth and claw warrior,

fearsome Protector

of those who clutch your fur,

standing and bellowing challenge

to any fools who dare

your wrath.

Eat my unworthiness,

O Great Devourer-

consume my fear, my pain.

Swallow me whole;

eat my heart, sink your teeth

into the marrow

of my childishness.

Bear me again,

stand me up,

spit me out-

New.

Whole.

Yours.

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