2nd Scripture: 1st Book: Shadow of Zen

THINE ANSWER TO THE WITCHES LAMENT: A PUBLISHED LITANY or
THEY PRAISE/PRAY LIKE SACRIFICIAL JEW CHILDREN NOW

I AM THE WHITE OF DOVE WHO HAVE SEEN SEVEN TIMES HIS BLOOD

I AM THE GREY UPON WHICH YOUR BOAT HAS REPEATEDLY SUNK

I AM THE VIOLENT WIND THAT STIRS THE DEPTH OF YOUR TEMPTER

I AM THE SPIKE THAT RIPS ASUNDER BOTH YOUR SKY & CLOUD

THEY ARE THE BIRDS OF PREY THAT ONLY OFFER US HIS BLOOD

I BRING HER FORTH AS TERROR TO HEAR THE CROW SPEAK WITHIN THE NIGHT

I AM DENSER THAN SMOKE & HEAVIER THAN FLAME

I AM THE FORGE THAT WAITS IN THE FIRE TO SEVER BOTH OF THEM WITH SWORD

WISER THAN THE SETTING SUN, THE SNAKE CROWNS ALL IN INSPIRATION

I AM THE ANCIENT THICKET THAT DWELLS IN THE HEARTS OF MEN

I AM THE TIDE MOST VIOLENT WHEN IT DESCENDS TO REACH ITS PEAK

I AM THE SEA WHOSE WAVES BECOME THE BRILLIANCE OF YOUR FOAM

WHO KNOWS THE SECRETS OF THE UNHOLY DOMAIN?

YOU ARE THE PRIESTESS & SHE IS MY WIFE
YOU HAVE BECOME NOW ONLY YOUR MOTHERS NAME

I HAVE BECOME THE MOTHERS DRAGON

He of Which Who Calls