Nimue of the many names and the many tales,
of the deep and the dark, the many-layered well,
compassionate one who sits at the source of life,
lady of the blade and the sweet-water spring,
I call to you through the veil of the years,
through truths told in the space between words,
meaning made clear in the light within shadows.
Nimue, with time your stories dwindled, your semblance
grew less grand, yet your substance and your strength endure.
Goddess, you come at moments desperate and dire,
O herald of the fatal day; you come to those
who act on faith alone. Nimue, I honor you.