Epilogue
There are a thousand stories
about a wandering island.
Some will tell you how once
a Goddess named Leto gave birth
to twin Gods here.
How the sister who came first
helped her mother birth
her infant brother.
Some will tell you
how the herbs that grow here
are so divine that no mortal
is allowed on this island.
But only a few will tell you
of the Goddess.
The Goddess that was pursued
to the point that she
had to give up her only child.
The Goddess that when given
the choice between
servitude and cruelty
forged her own path
by becoming something else.
That is another story only a few know.
Some may tell you about
the Goddess who visits the island.
A tall, willowy woman
who holds three faces
and three bodies inside her bones.
They say that every full moon
she walks across this island’s beaches
and the wind in the trees carries
the island’s secret voice to her.
A voice that holds falling stars
and ancient prophecies inside itself.
My daughter, you have honoured me
in ways I could never even have dreamed.