Welcome, my Lord! Welcome here today! From now until the end of the ninth day, I will see to your every comfort! All that you desire shall be my pleasure, and all that you care to bestow shall be received in reverence!
Welcome here, my Lord, and rest upon the throne we have prepared! High upon the mantle may you oversee our love as it ascends toward you! Also, may you shower us in return with your grace and presence!
Welcome here, my Lord, and rejoice in the love of your family! We wish only for your happiness, and to honor you with honest, joyous praise! We have waited the long months since your Return, preparing to send you forth into your Departure gladly, and with much celebration!
So, welcome here, Apollon Aegletes! Welcome, Apollon Lykeios! Welcome, Apollon Telchinios! Welcome, Apollon Hyperboreios! Welcome, Apollon Anax! Welcome, our Bright Shining Lord, Father and Protector of this house!
— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 2]
Hail to you my love, my king. O father of shadows, you who recline in this our bower. You have set off your radiant crown and there is not but the golden gleam of your face. Oh king of the winds, you have cracked open the hallowed doors of Boreas, and draw me within your hidden warmth. For the warmth of the world passes, you are the flame that consumes me. Hail to you my love, you who approach with your windy hounds, those griffins of your father. The household shudders as you approach the door, and the ravens cry good tidings.
— Lykeia [Aegletia, Day 2]
I hold His fire, I tend His glimmering flame
He keeps me near Him, bound by love and pain
To be a lantern, delivering His light
To shine, relentless through Winter’s long nights
He speaks of many things, in my wafting presence
I will keep His secrets, while He tours the Heavens
And in our contemplation of the nearness of our souls
We revel in the future, which only He may know
Oh, how He darkly shines, a contradiction most Divine
Prince and King in one is He, ascending toward His faculty
The throne awaits Him; only knowledge will sate Him
Watching and learning, He plans, and soon will play His hand
And while He attends the business of Gods
I, His lantern, shall herald His cause
Through the cold, and the dark, and the fearful season
I will carry His spark, and thus shall I please Him
I glow with His light, for I am His lantern
He keeps me close, and vows not to abandon
The love that is ours, and the hopes that we share
For the Light of the World is beyond all compare
— Columbine [Aegletia, Day 2]
Where is the Essence of Light?
He has withdrawn.
Where is the Burning Prince?
He has gone away.
Where is the Keeper of Hearts?
He has ascended toward the Stars’ Canopy.
Where is He, our Lord and Beloved?
He has gone to Master Himself.
Why has He ripped our hearts in half?
Because emptiness can later be refilled.
When will we again feel His binding grip?
In the first stirrings of Spring.
Why must we endure this cruelty?
Yearning must be taken in its proper place.
If we call to Him, will He answer?
We can not circumvent His withdrawal from this world.
Must our hearts die, like so many glowing embers?
Know the secret, which was hitherto, never spoken.
Why must we now be separate?
He does not withdraw from our hearts.
When will we be made whole again?
For if ours are torn in half, so too is His.
When will He return to us?
When the Earth stirs, and our stomping covers the land.
So, we must stand together?
In a circle, for it is strongest.
And we shall be a wall?
Impervious to the fluctuations of wayward emotion.
Even in the depths of Winter?
Even then, in the deep darkness, we find our purpose.
— Columbine [Day 2]