When first I tasted the fruit of the Trees, felt the seeds of Life and Knowledge burn within me. I swore that day I would not turn back.

When first I tasted the flesh of the kill, felt the tang of the blood and the crunch of the bones. I swore that day I would not die.

When first I tasted my own blood, felt the surge and the stir of my own life on my lips. I swore that day to love myself above all.

When first I tasted the light of the moon, felt its glow in my womb and its wild tenderness. I swore that day to walk in night.

When first I tasted the love of a god, felt the tearing rise of song and fire. I swore that day to cherish the flesh.

I swear by three times three times three, that these moments shall remain my own. And whatever may transpire, no god nor man nor beast may take them from me. I swear by myself and my immortality.