O Epona, goddess swift and bright,
Rider of dawn and guardian of night,
Mistress of steeds, with flowing mane—
Hear now my heart, in whispered refrain.
I call you not from temple or stone,
But from the ache of love alone.
My soldier walks where danger lies,
Beneath strange moons and foreign skies.
Shield him, goddess, with your grace,
Stand at his side in every place.
Let not blade nor shadow near,
Be his courage, still his fear.
Where wheels turn and hooves have flown,
Your sacred path has long been known.
Lead him safe through storm and flame,
Return him strong, and still the same.
Let his limbs be iron, his mind be fire,
His will held fast in heart’s desire.
Yet gentle dreams beneath his brow—
Grant him peace, if not just now.
And if he rides where I cannot see,
Let your spirit ride with he.
In every breath, in every mile,
Wrap him in your watchful smile.
O Epona, guide of noble might,
Grant him your armor, lend him your light.
Till he comes home through dust and time,
Forever his, as he is mine.
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