Honor Melinoe

Maiden with dark and light eyes,
mistress of many shapes and many wiles
- you were born from grief
and so know how to guide souls
through the winding maze of pain and madness.
You care for those whom others forget,
those who perished before their time or unjustly,
who were too poor or too unloved
to have the proper burial rites performed,
those whose rage and hunger were stronger than dirt
- these you call to you by name,
though all the world soon forgets they once even existed.
Through nightmare landscapes you lead them, ravening and deranged
until some pious soul sets out a feast,
burns candles and prays soothing words
for the restless dead of Melinoë.

Now you should go add something to the communal hymn.

Picture by Jessica Laurel Louise Dalva, taken from here.

Hymn taken from Heart of the Labyrinth.