The purification bowl is ready, as is the knife' s edge.
As I stand before the consecrated altar, to take a sacred oath,
I am aware of their holy presence, Gods and ancestors both.
I look through the earthly altar, try to see what lies beyond,
In the vastness of the void, I will find them and make a bond.
I speak Tru words to the Gods, for the moment I must endow,
So that Var will bless me, when She hears my humble vow.
I speak clearly and concisely, to be certain that I am heard,
Make sure that I tell Her, that I will keep to my every word.
I write my pledge on parchment, and place it in the bowl,
Then cover it in my life's blood, and seal it with my soul.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2014.