#thanatos devotee

God of Death

Requested by @mortuarymorticia

Digital Offerings for Lord Thanatos.

Dear Lord, brother to the gentlest of Gods

Hark my earnest prayers.

Child of Darkness and Night

Thou who come shrouded

In a pale misty light.

And often your arrival is yearned by us

For thy gentle touch doth relieve us.

We're after all earthly mud

And in our premise,

We're subjected to demise.

But never do I fear the gentle gust of wind

That doth caress us

From the flap of thy wings.

And in thy welcoming embrace,

We find a slumber

So pure which makes all vices crumble.

Gentle Lord, grant us sleep

When our purpose is full- not of the day but of life.

Let the final flame be put out in peace.

Not once again shall we worry or hiss.

Hold us in thy gentle arms,

And that shall hault life's charm.

Father Thanatos: :(

me: forgive me, i always forget. Father Thanatos-

Oh Thanatos, the one who guides lost souls.

Oh Thanatos, your peace gently embracing those in need.

Oh Thanatos, you, who is more than a guide to the dead.

You, who's wings are soft as the clouds, and dark as your mother's night.

You, who bears a torch to the path in front.

You, who grants those wings to the dreamers,

As it is only fair, for your brother is sleep.

It is you, who showed me my path.

For it is your call I felt those goosebumps.

Oh, Thanatos, your torch in my heart,

Your dark wings on my back,

Your guiding hand is in mine.

And when we arrive, to where I'm destined to end,

You'll take my hand yet again,

You'll bring me with you, and I'll fly up high,

Thank you Apollon for your constant light.

Thank you Dionysus for you constant love.

Thank you Thanatos for your constant comfort.

Thank you Hypnos for your constant peace.

Thanatos, soft-winged son of sunless night, you lurk amongst the shadows, hidden away from the light

Lovely, dark locks frame your marvelous mien; you are a beautiful sight, worthy of being the last thing seen

Your hand is gentle as it leads us away from this life; far beyond our eyes, far beyond all strife

You whisper soothing words to us, you sing us a lulling tune, our souls escaping from our last breath as does a butterfly leaving its cocoon

Oh, minister of Hades, are you not the father of countless tears? Yet you just do what must be done, you’ve done so since dateless years

For we are mere mortals, lord of the gleaming sword, it does not befit us to live forever; we know of “yesterday” and “tomorrow”, but we could not grasp “always” or “never”

When birds nest between old bones, when a flower sprouts near a grave; dark-eyed brother of sleep, I see what you’ve done there

You are a matchless artist, subtle in your works, you weave together poems that have no need for words

You are both end and beginning, nothing can’t be without your touch; the cosmos would catch on fire if you didn’t snuff out torch after torch

The meat sizzling over fire, the fruits the earth births; I notice, poppy-crowned prince, how you sustain all things

Thus I thank you from the bottom of my heart, I bow down before your ineffable grace; you who none can escape, you who leaves no trace

I pray that you guide me through my stay in this world, through its beginnings and endings alike; be a companion when I’m weeping, be a companion when I smile

It is for the past that I grieve, it is for the future that I pray; shine upon me your timeless wisdom, hold my hand and never let me stray

And when the day comes that you’re at my doorstep, I’ll greet you gladly as one does an old friend, yet I beg that you teach me to enjoy every moment, so that I may be alive by then