To Allitio
I call to Allitio of the borderland, lord of the skillful hand, lord of the cauldron dark and deep, companion of the soldier and the smith; you are as well acquainted with the forge as with the battlefield, O god who knows the craftsman and the tool, the weapon and the warrior, O god who knows the killer and the kill and all that follows, as the end follows the beginning, as the leaf falls from the tree, inevitably. Allitio, O friend of fate who guides us to our final rest, who creates that which destroys, I offer you my praise, I honor your calling.










