On this final black moon,
I will not plead.
I do not persuade.
I won’t chase what refuses alignment.
This night is not about wrath.
It is a final recording.
The veil has evaporated.
The mirror is now open.
And every choice steps forward
to reveal who you truly are.
You were shown the moment many times.
You were offered pauses and poise.
You felt the realness
But called it nothing.
So now you listen.
What is true will always stand.
What is false will forever turn inward,
Into your blood forever.
No force hunts you, for
your own footsteps return to you.
By the falsehoods you have formed,
by the harms you justified,
by the truths that reached for you
and were turned away;
This is the final closing.
All is officially sealed into the soulless.
This is the hour where mercy rests for good and consequence takes life, breathing deep.
Choose now.
No empty promises.
Only action.
Because after this moon sets,
At midnight before the hour
Where reckoning takes form,
the mirror does not move again.
And what answers your calls now
will only wear your face,
Will only carry your deeds,
and arrive in the darkness of night,
To remind you of what you chose.
By the power of three times three.
So mote it be.
and it harm none do as ye will
and it harm none do as ye will
and it harm none do as ye will