The Doctrine of the Four Moons
Four moons have been observed since the beginning of recorded time, running across the skies above. They are worshipped or at least acknowledged as divine around the world by most peoples. The Doctrine of the Four Moons is an overarching mythos that is widely recognized and followed in human-centric civilizations, although parallels are found in most known societies. A generalized folk outline of their roles in this interpretation can be found in the poem below.
More detailed information is or will be written on their individual pages. For now, here is a list of their names and general associations:
The Gray Rabbit
Mae, The Red Dame
Elim, The Horned Hunter
The Old Widow
More detailed information is or will be written on their individual pages. For now, here is a list of their names and general associations:
The Gray Rabbit
Mythology & Lore
The Nightly Chase: A Children's Poem
First the Gray Rabbit, nearest to appear,
Just before dusk, leaving no need to fear.
Swift as can be, guiding true path in the knolls,
Pure friend he is, to Dame and all good souls.
Gray is clever, strong-hearted and true,
And the Hunter never shall have his stew.
Shown the true way by her dear friend the Gray,
Driven by purpose, goes quick our Dame Mae.
Red-armed and armoured, a knight of her own,
Ever she shields our souls from the unknown.
Never she sleeps, in the deep of the night,
Champion to all, she slows down to fight.
Nigh on her heels, bearing the black-spire rack,
Looms the Horned Hunter, set fast on her track.
Dark shadow, cold spear, our bittersweet prince,
Heart long broken, gloomy countenance since.
With the Gray long gone, the knight stands alone,
He readies to feast on her marrowbone.
Last before dawn, wearing bright crown of white,
Awakens Old Widow, to end the night.
Soothing the pain of her lonely son's yore,
She frees the Dame from bloodletting uproar.
Lady Mae goes to rest, Horned Hunter too,
Leaving Old Widow to greet morning dew.
Just before dusk, leaving no need to fear.
Swift as can be, guiding true path in the knolls,
Pure friend he is, to Dame and all good souls.
Gray is clever, strong-hearted and true,
And the Hunter never shall have his stew.
Shown the true way by her dear friend the Gray,
Driven by purpose, goes quick our Dame Mae.
Red-armed and armoured, a knight of her own,
Ever she shields our souls from the unknown.
Never she sleeps, in the deep of the night,
Champion to all, she slows down to fight.
Nigh on her heels, bearing the black-spire rack,
Looms the Horned Hunter, set fast on her track.
Dark shadow, cold spear, our bittersweet prince,
Heart long broken, gloomy countenance since.
With the Gray long gone, the knight stands alone,
He readies to feast on her marrowbone.
Last before dawn, wearing bright crown of white,
Awakens Old Widow, to end the night.
Soothing the pain of her lonely son's yore,
She frees the Dame from bloodletting uproar.
Lady Mae goes to rest, Horned Hunter too,
Leaving Old Widow to greet morning dew.
Type
Religious, Organised Religion
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