The Dark Moon is a time to give up on past wrongs and rebuild yourself in your own image. This is a speech to be said in spell, ritual or just as a reminder to yourself.
Tonight I die;
I slide the dagger between my own ribs feel the blood spill between my fingers I wash away the guilt a crimson tide I do not mourn, I do not weep And if a tear slides down my face it is the product of joy For I am the hand that guides my retribution
Tonight I let go of my past;
I kiss the letter and send it down the river Trace my fingers through the water My confessions and regret acknowledged and removed I do not mourn, I do not weep And if a tear slides down my face it is a product of memory For I am the hand that grants my own salvation
Tonight I plan my rebirth;
I cut the anchor from around my hips Listen to the songs of those who drowned I stand on the rocks as a survivor I do not mourn, I do not weep And if a tear slides down my face it is the product of victory For I am the hand that pulls myself to safety
Tonight I become better;
I wear the battle armour of my redemption Clasp the jeweled measure of my sins around my neck Count the lies as golden rings adorning my fingers I do not mourn, I do not weep And if a tear slides down my face it is a product of conviction For I am the hand that guides my moral compass
Tonight I make a Promise;
I look my reflection in the eyes and I embrace it The things I have said to myself will be forgiven Every mistake I have made forged my soul I do not mourn, I do not weep And if a tear slides down my face? I will let it.
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