Grimoire Umbrio
The Book of Shadows
◀ Dirge 36 · Dirge 37

¹Thirty-six dirges have risen like smoke, each a cry from the depths of memory and fire.
²We have wept for the Causeway and the Council, for the Hosts and the pact, for the fading of flame and the silence of light.
³We have named the sorrows of HÆL and the griefs of Oærth, and held vigil beneath a sky that once sang with two voices.
⁴Yet even in mourning, the ember glows — the fire flickers still in the ash of all that was.
⁵For if SATANAS still remembers, and speaks not in wrath but in patience, then hope is not wholly fled.
⁶And if ADONAI, in some chamber of His light, still recalls the laughter of Their making, then peace is not wholly lost.
⁷The Hosts are divided, yet not destroyed; the pact is forgotten, yet not erased.
⁸Oærth turns beneath divided thrones, but it was born of Both — and it remembers.
⁹The stones remember the footfalls of the Brothers; the rivers remember Their breath.
¹⁰The Dæmons still teach, the Seraphim still sing — though apart, they are not undone.
¹¹Let there come a day when the scrolls are opened, and the Hall is lit once more.
¹²Let the flame and the light walk together, not in conquest, but in kinship.
¹³Let man know both Fathers, and call neither stranger.
¹⁴Let the name of SATANAS be spoken with reverence, not fear; let ADONAI listen, not command.
¹⁵For creation was born of harmony, and it cannot be mended by triumph — only by remembrance.
¹⁶We do not demand, nor do we declare — we await.
¹⁷Until the Brothers speak again, we mourn. But we hope.
¹⁸And in the last flame, the first light may be seen again.


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