The 13 candles art thou lit

Art thou fanaticized in immortal awfulness,

Art thou fit?

Art thou beautifulest in the art of black?

Art thou sick?

Art thou ever never

Art thou it?

Art thou the only one in the world?

Art thou only a girl?

Art thou a truest body of miracles endless..?

Art thou ancientest in your only black glory

Art thou freest!

Art thou strict!

Art thou death of all restrictions in final arted Eucharist?

You, art thou

The only one

Mistress of Mistress

You art thou the only one...

You art thou the only savior

You art thou the only truth

You art thou the only light

You art thou the only love

You art thou the only life

You art thou the only death

You art thou the only element

You art thou the only beauty

You art thou the only grace

You art thou the only violence

You art thou the only balance

You art thou the only universe

You art thou the only time..

The only space..

And Sariel then murmured all her daughter’s 13 names

And all of them conquered all things within themselves instantly

By this final arted word et murmur…

Which endeth all suffering!