A Prayer for the Resistance. A Spell to guard us all.
This is a prayer for park rangers. The postal workers. Librarians.
This is a prayer for janitors at the IRS. The satellite technicians. Weathermen.
This is a prayer for programers. The building guards. Paralegals.
This is a prayer for forensic accountants. The receptionists. Translators.
This is a prayer for those who will save us. This is a prayer for the Resistance.
Roots down, branches up, I cry to Her, Hecate, Queen of the Dead.
Out of the dark, I cry to the Queen of the Dark and, lost on the road, I cry to the Queen of the Crossroads.
I pour absinthe. I burn wormwood. I drip hot blood into an offering bowl.
She comes as She always comes. A darkness so vast and so deep that it can never end.
She comes as She always comes. A gentle pressure, the surety of knowing the end.
She comes as She…
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