To this solstice
...
I welcome you with open arms,
In this birthday of yours.
You shine on a corrupt world,
But I do not falter.
You are the reminder
Of Ahriman's final spite,
That day will kill the night
And darkness will whimper and bleed.
Rise, and set I suppose,
You have a follower in my heart,
In the promises I made
To my own.
Shine,
May your glory burn the shadows,
Kill the conservative,
Heal this world,
Just as my toes heal.
I bow to the divine decree.