Queen of the hunt, holy Mistress of childbirth. Bestower of life and death alike, for your arrows always find their mark. Sacred lady of the moon and the wilds. Untamed, feral, and fire-eyed.
I find you in every dewy pink dawn. I feel you in the crisp, cold night wind. I know you in the white breath of deer herds as they move through your forests.
To be embraced by you is to be cradled in my true mother's arms. For I know you as the architect of my soul and the eternal keeper of my heart.
On this day, I thank you for your presence. I thank you for teaching me the endless cycle of rebirth, of a mother's love, of the thrill of the hunt.
For you have stretched your divine hand through this universe to reach me, and I pray only to take shelter in your sublime spirit.
I love you, my lady. Always and forever with all of me.
