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Mytho: Iris


I glide over the clouds with the colors of the rainbow
with tidings from the gods and goddesses,
good omens and sweet dreams
I come to you in your slumber before the morning star rises.

I cross the ocean without a ship,
I climb mountains barefoot and swift,
I do not fear darkness and depths,
and even death receives me with kindness in her solemn halls.

In hollow abode, I do not dwell
but I linger where there are feasts and merriment
sweet child, listen to my words and drink my wine
close your eyes and let me whisper, soft melodies in your ears.

Would you let me inside to sit near your hearth
when you see my wings with their hundred eyes?
Let me put my tender kiss on your soft cheeks
but be wary that I despise those who perjure and deceive;

A year of sleep and unconsciousness
for anyone who will come to know my wrath.
From Styx, I have a draught in my vase
whom I shall give to any soul who breaks sacred oaths and vows.

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