This was written at the behest of P. Sufenas Virius Lupus as part of the “Countdown to Carnevale” creative writing pledge drive. If you would like to commission a poem, short story or essay click here for details.
The hours of early morning,
– roughly the time from four to seven –
belong to Panpsyche and Panhyle,
Paneros and Pancrates.
Hours of slow transition from the still emptiness of night
to the radiant rising of the sun
that paints the sky with blood from the birth of the new day.
Long hours are these,
when nothing seems quite what it is,
hours good for thinking amid the world’s quiet slumber,
hours of languid exploration,
when you are free to be what you desire
and to change that on a whim.
Magic hours are these, solitary and full of wonder,
just like the Tetrad, youngest of all the gods.
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