This was originally supposed to be another Seth & Kate piece… but the Muse poked me again. I remembered earlier today how Carlos addressed that idol of Santanico. No idea if I'm getting him right, which is probably one of the reasons it's so short.
This is set early 19th century, when Carlos was apparently hanging out with Pancho Villa robbing banks.
Carlos looked up at the full moon, hanging in the night sky, and inhaled deeply. In an hour, he would be leading several men in an invasion of a bank, to enrich not only the Lords, but Pancho Villa. Carlos respected him, for a mere human. But Carlos had no such confidence in the men accompanying him. So he had come outside into the moonlight, to commune with his goddess and ask for her protection.
Naked in the moonlight, Carlos spread out his arms, offering himself to the moon. Offering himself to her, the one who he had worshipped since the first time he had laid eyes on her in a Mexican temple.
"Santanico," he murmured. "Hear my prayers, and protect me in my work. Keep me safe, so I may aid you in your own quest. La reina de la luna, I am yours, body and soul."