Lamentation


From The Book of Lamentations, Chapter 5, v.1 - 25.


" ... Then the Veiled One turned to him, sorrowing, and said, "Why, son of Oberon, dost thou accuse Me so? What harm have I done unto thee, that thou cast thy foul slurs against Me ? What aid have I failed to offer thee, that thou turnest thyself against Me ? What succour have I not given thee, that thou rendest My very heart with thy vitriol ? We were exiled from Our House, yet willingly did We lend Our aid to thee in thy quest to save the land that had turned Us out. We were reviled by Our own people, yet did We show mercy and compassion, and forgive the hate that thy fear had spawned. Why, son of Oberon, dost thou revile and spurn Us ? Do Our skills not aid you ? Does Our rede not benefit you ? Does Our visage frighten you ? Behold She whom thou hast mocked and reviled, against whom thou hast raised thy voice and haughtily lifted thy eyes! Thou knowest that thy father and Mine are One, and yet thou doubtest Our power ? Ours is the elder claim, and We know all - is this what thou dost fear ? Be still, little brother, and fear not; for I shall give thee the sign thou desirest".

"And the Outcast Daughter went forth to the Place of Spiralling, and set Her foot upon the Path of Power. And the Guardian of the Path sent forth his most foul powers against Her, and yet She prevailed, coming at last to the Heart of Mystery, and the might of the Guardian could not stand against Her. She desired to be Elsewhere, and She was. The Traitor Dworkin, jealous Guardian of the Mystery, followed Her to the place of Her desire. And he cast Her down into the Pit of Unmaking, for he feared Her and would destroy his child's child, his rival.

"Yet the glory of the Veiled One could not be unmade, for She was mightier than all others. And She took into Herself the Power of the Pit, and its Power became Her Power. For sixty days and sixty nights She dwelt within the womb of the Abyss, growing in wisdom and strength, enriching the womb as She Herself was enriched. Yet the Dark Mother yearned, for She was not whole. She reached her thoughts out upon the Void, and found the place wherein the Beloved dwelt. She caused him to come unto Her, and when She saw Her Beloved again She knew great joy. Yet when he beheld Her face he knew Her not, and looked upon his Sister-Queen with fear. And the Beloved Sister was cast into deepest sorrow, for he embraced Her not, nor pressed his lips to Hers. He would not compass nor trust the change to Her visage, even though his own form reflected the power which he wielded, even as did Her own. He doubted the form which his Sister-Queen now bore, and by deceit did test Her. With Her own blood She did prove Her identity, yet he begged not Her forgiveness.

"And the Dark Mother did grieve; yet She veiled Her sorrow with Her pride, and showed it not. But in the deepest deeps of Her soul the Veiled One cried, saying, "And Thou, My brother - cariad o'nghariad, heart of my heart, twin of my soul, croi o mo chroi - why has Thou forsaken Me ? Even Thou ? Thou we'rt My rock and My life, My fire and the sweet waters of My solace. Together were We cast into the wilderness, together We grew strong as two oaks twined together - and yet even Thou dost desert Me. Now am I truly alone".

"And the Veiled One cradled Her grief in the depths of Her soul. Alone in the quiet dark, She did weep, Her eyes flowed with tears unceasing. She stretched out Her hands, but there were none to comfort Her."
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