Perilous prayer

Mistress of creation, from your womb things come

Tiamat, queen of salt and sea;
queen of chaos, destiny.
Show your spirit, come to me,
it is now your time to be.
Share with me a mystery,
into void I follow thee.
Chart me a perilous path,
down within and far enough-
to see mirrors of the soul,
nature of things right and wrong.
Down where monsters hiss and howl,
down where shadow knows no bound.
Down where I can see myself,
in the muck and in the dirt.
So that I may rise and grow,
so that I can become more.