Sanctify
And bind our precious love,
Under the boughs of wisdom.
In the glittering, streaming sight of golden peace,
And blessing of gentle winds.
Vines, celebrate forgotten memories as they intertwine,
Living decorations of hidden truths.
Silent whispers of sun-soaked ruins,
And treetops bathed in moon-glow.
As above, so below,
Roots sink deep into our souls.

Sing to us, and let our spirits shine.
Grow with us, and let our beings meld as one.
Embrace us, and send us into the soft caress of forever.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Khepary, in the year 134 MA.