A Confessor's Prayer
A Confessor's Prayer
Summary: The oft-proud, perhaps even haughty, CAG confesses her failings to one of the Ladies of Kobol in an act of confession. She offers a song and a penitent's humble prayer.
Date: 27/09/2013
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Chapel - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
AWD #264

“Bless me, Lady Artemis, for I have acted against the example of the Gods. I have been weak and fearful, when I should have been strong. I have allowed others to fulfill duties that should have been mine. I have left my people to fight for themselves when I have sworn to fight for them, and left my men to face hunger and want while I sit in comfort and ease.”

“For this, great Lady, I am not worthy to stand beneath your keen sight. But your eyes see all, and so I humbly beg for your forgiveness, to be returned to your grace. Shine your silver light upon me, Phoebe, and upon all of your children. Bless the men and women of the Fleet. Let them serve as your Arrow, their strikes flying straight and true. Though we are beset by our enemies on all sides, let us walk the path of righteousness and victory, so that we may lift our faces unto your goodness once again. For the sake of the children of the Twelve Tribes of Kobol, this I pray, and offer unto you this humble song.”

“I sing of Artemis, whose shafts are of gold, who cheers on the hounds, the pure maiden, shooter of stags, who delights in archery, own sister to Apollo with the golden sword. Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her golden bow, rejoicing in the chase, and sends out grievous shafts. The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of beasts: earthquakes and the sea also where fishes shoal. But the goddess with a bold heart turns every way destroying the race of wild beasts: and when she is satisfied and has cheered her heart, this huntress who delights in arrows slackens her supple bow and goes to the great house of her dear brother Phoebus Apollo, to the rich land of Delphi, there to order the lovely dance of the Muses and Graces. There she hangs up her curved bow and her arrows, and heads and leads the dances, gracefully arrayed, while all they utter their heavenly voice, singing how neat-ankled Leto bare children supreme among the immortals both in thought and in deed.”

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