Beautiful, black-eyed Nyx, cloaked in darkness,
older than old, daughter of misty Chaos,
mother of great and mighty spirits, I call to you.
Ever-present one, you live in the shadows;
we know you in the dusk, in the comfort of the night.
Broad-winged Nyx, you clasp the hand of bright Hemera
each eve and morn, you greet her with love and sorrow
for only in those moments may you embrace your child.
Goddess, awesome one, in your realm are we all
unblemished, in your realm do lovers’ promises
ring true, in your realm are all things possible,
if only until daybreak. Nyx, I honor you.