_{I see wings with golden flecks 
that embrace the moon; 
a faith we need to reign in,
the horses of light and dark pull them.}

_{I run with the wolves, 
my hair streaming behind me,
as the wheel of fortune flings me out.}

_{I see two magpies when I'm joyful,
but only one when I need two the most.
I can harness hell in times of apocalypse
and channel Gaia on Elysium field days.}

_{The Chariot is ours to drive,
through the clouds we think are real.}