I belong to Apollon– the prize of my Lord. He sees me, He knows me. I yield to His word. Who I am, what I am, are extensions of Him. I walk this world primly, and am bound to His whim.
And yet, no greater freedom have I found, anywhere. For I pursue my own goals with the utmost care.
I belong to the Prince. Aegletes, Lykeios. Phosphoros, Telchinios. God of sunset and wolves. Of stars and tornadoes. None of these can ever be tamed. So it is with myself. I alone hold the reigns.
And yet, I am compelled to do as He pleases, for my head and my heart embrace all of His reasons.
I belong to Despota, the one who is Master. He who becomes the unyeilding disaster. His will becomes mine, and for it I’m grateful. His eminent knowledge spares me from what’s hateful.
And yet, I am human, and sometimes can be hurt, but Apollon knows all, and rends lies in the dirt.
I belong to the God with the serene smile. But make no mistake. With Him, life is a trial. In all that I am, and in all that I do, He pushes and moulds me ’til I acknowledge His veiw.
And yet, through His shaping I am made better– more whole. For such is the fate of the untempered soul.
— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 3]