Feora

Arise Feora,
From the womb of Chaos I draw you out.
My thought-born daughter.
By the virtue of a well sounding name,
You too will become a resonant essence,
Just as I have come to exist.
Your power will come from your Mother,
Within the domain of Fear.
Your purpose will come from me,
Within the domain of Memory.
By the witness of My Night-Skinned Lord,
Your existence is one of beauty and balance.
For fear is what keeps one alive.
For fear is what keeps one dead.
So,
May you run between these two parameters,
Parallel with Freedom, Liberty and Justice,
Reminding all in your beauty and good will,
That one must fear only,
God.