An Unholy Invocation
[Readers are encouraged to substitute any pronouns of their choosing.]
I am She who bows before none.
I am She whose claws defend the weak.
I am She whose sharpened teeth devour injustice.
I am She whose outstretched wings blot out the blinding glare of superstition.
I am She whose infernal heart melts away disdain.
I am She whose shameless flesh is subject to no one.
I am She who revels in beauty.
I am She who relishes delight.
I am She who drinks from the chalice of scorn, immune and smiling.
I am She who sunders the veil of falsity.
I am She who chooses exile over servitude.
I am She who subverts cruelty with thoughtful compassion.
I am She who protects the oppressed within Her maligned shadow.
I am She whose gaze confronts tyranny with intrepid ferocity.
I am She whose eyes see beyond doom.
I am She whose unholy core remains forever undaunted.
I am She who wanders, outcast—free as the black sky.


This is a beautifully crafted empowerment ritual (how I see it).