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These hymns were written by Sannion.these are two of the four hymns I asked him to compose for me. These Gods are far to me and I wanted to honour Them.

Hymn to Nyx

Nyx, O Night unbounded,

Womb of Gods and quiet horrors,

You who were before order

And will remain when names fall silent.

Your wings stretch from horizon to horizon,

Feathered with stars and unasked questions.

From your breath came Sleep and Death,

Dream and Doom, Love and Deceit—

All born equal in your dark.

You do not chase the Sun;

You receive it when it kneels.

Even Zeus turns his gaze aside

When your shadow passes 

the throne of Heaven.

Mother of mysteries,

You teach the world to listen.

Under you, truth loosens its armor,

And the soul remembers its original shape.

You crown the weary with rest,

You sharpen the prophet’s sight,

You wrap the grieving in silence

That does not demand healing—only time.

Nyx, velvet sovereign of the infinite,

Not evil, not gentle—

But necessary, enduring, whole.

The sky itself is your temple.

Accept this hymn spoken at dusk,

When the last light exhales.

We do not ask for comfort or fear,

Only to be seen by the dark that sees all.

Hail, Nyx, Mother of Night,

Star-bearer, fate-weaver,

Eternal witness to beginnings

And the soft, unstoppable end

of all things.

Hymn to Erebos

O Erebos, first shadow drawn

From Chaos’ breath before the Dawn,

Deep-robed keeper of silent ways,

You cradle Night in endless haze.

Before the stars learned how to burn,

Before the hours learned return,

You spread your mantle, vast and still,

A sacred dark beyond all will.

No fear you are, though fear you bear—

But rest, and depth, and cooling air.

Where light grows tired, worn and thin,

Your hush receives all things within.

From you the velvet pathways run

Where Nyx begins her moonless song;

From you the roots of being wind

Down into truths the Sun can’t find.

O ancient dark, unjealous, wide,

Who does not chase, but does abide,

Teach us the grace of closing eyes,

Of fertile ends and veiled goodbyes.

For in your depths, all seeds are laid,

All clamor soothed, all debts delayed;

What dies in light is not undone—

It sleeps in you, till time is done.

So take our noise, our burning sight,

And draw us gently into Night.

Erebos, whom all dawns must pass:

We honor you, deep shadow cast.