A Love Letter To Domnu. I spent a moment in the night Whispering to the wind, testing its might I told it of how i knew the gods were listening And how they only spoke from when people they were missing I told them I knew that *Domnu clued in the talks too And when I did so the wind, slightly stronger it blew I know it was her way of telling me she was there But not to tell the other gods, her, they could not bear But as the gods took there rest I still staired into the night Knowing one god could never,rest peacefuly, her light And although her light was a shadow that cast around I wished her to sleep and did not whisper to wake her with my sound. Sometimes I whisper to her and she responds with the winds sway And I wonder did she even ask to be this way? *Domnu: Irish pre-celtic godess that could perhaps be compared with the devil. She was the god of ugliness and evil.