in darkness, my mother

i shall worship the darkness,
the night,
the womb,
our mother,
for her power to bring all men prostrate before her.
she instills fear,
and clamps down
with cold damp hands
on those who dare confront her.
i shall worship the darkness,
the night,
my mother,
she who never abandons me,
she who is always lively,
even when not with me.
i shall worship the darkness,
my mother,
who feeds me starlight,
and pours milk of moon
deeper into me than i would let it go.
i shall worship my mother
in darkness,
and she shall always favor me.