One score and nine, the unseen sign.
I lie prostrate before the god of forgotten roads and penetrate the invincible night with my dying light to burn through firmament yet undreamt and know its ends both dark and bright.
One score and nine, a love denied.
I lie prostrate with the goddess of forbidden roads and hew a home from seeds of stone sown in immortal soil and vow them tended until my mountains are grown and royal and mine to climb.
One score and nine, cold fire alight.
I stand upright before the god of foretold roads and weather the stillborn storms of doubt to face down my fate in what feral form it takes for my own is the rabid will of wolves and ice.
One score and nine, one more is mine.