The Dark Lady comes in the time of the scythe’s last swings. The Harvest is a time of reaping, a time of death. It is a time of darkness when the days grow short and the nights grow cold. She is the absence of air that awaits at the bottom of each breath. She is the ending before the renewal.
She walks among us selecting the finest grains for Herself, but the chaff is dropped upon the threshing floor. She is the fury that rips the flesh from injustice. She slits the throats of the cruel and drinks the blood of the heartless. She makes the arrogant humble. She is the warrior who rights all wrongs in their Time.
She is the Mother of Mysteries who comes cloaked in darkness. She is the Crone of old who possesses ancient wisdom. She is that which is hidden, secluded, and forbidden. She is the darkness behind and beneath every shadow. She is the dark womb from which all things come, and the shadowy tomb to which all things must return. She is the One who calls to you at the end of your journey, the final dusk. It is a mystery how Death sustains Life. When She stands before you and looks deep into your eyes, you will face the terror that is yours alone.
Oh, to be pure of heart and above reproach, for She is the passionate and seductive lover who inspires the poet to dream. Grasp her hand in the passage between worlds and She will lead you through the darkness; the Moon is Her sigil and Her promise. While She is an instrument of self-destruction to those who toy with her, to the true seeker She brings knowledge and pleasure beyond mortal comprehension. She is the glinting sword that protects you from harm. Open yourself to Her embrace and overcome. She is Justice tempered with Mercy.
The fear of death is the source of much dishonor, and fear has no place in Her mysteries. Approach Her in silence and bare your breast to Her blade as a sign that you are free of fear. Otherwise, that which you seek of Her will destroy you if you fear it. Swallow your fear and go to Her, and you will discover true beauty, strength, and courage.
She is the dolmen arch beyond which stretch the mysteries of infinity. She is the mist in the twilight, the vast and starry sky of midnight, and shadows on the Moon. She is the silence before birth and after death. Think not that the forgiveness of your Lord will spare you from Her, for She has been with Him from the very beginning. She was with Him when the foundations of this world were set; even before the dust of the earth. You will meet Her at the crossroads between the worlds… where the paths meet.