Brine and Outrage of the Distant Brethren

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Denuding the wintry scales

of a dragon loved in empty disgrace

did bring oblivion to its knees ‘fore the arch-way of self-rendition.

The elusive symptom summoned the tidal wave

of the titan in emerald turnt gray.

“No more stone frontage!”, cried the oracle behind the stage,

“Harness the glory of the sunken race

as the triple head of sovereignty manifest”.

“It is dangerous”, I said, “a peril and terror of the earthly depth”.

“I know the wraith’s caress”, the oracle emerged more or less;

“The ice age preserved the pulsations of the roots’ remains.

Silver and mercurial in sentiment,

he whose path is marked by watchful consciousness is bound to rule

or die by his own intellect”.

Elegy for the Eidolon Heart

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“O Harbinger of Death!

Thou who guisest in wise warm and red,

give ear to my supplications and cast not aside this faithful servitor.

Rise, Lady of Demise!

Thine is the scepter of will razor-sharp.

Thy love be manifest through the veins of wintry light,

thy fatal kiss a seal upon the forehead of this renegade

abhorring the despotic Nightmare White.

Rise, my Muse of War Delight!

Sing me a lullaby, and dispel the sway of the counterpart

that I may be made witness to the gnosis of the night.”

~*~

Dame Esurience bore through the flames of the fireplace, staining the floor with tar.

She sat by the windowsill as she punctured her skin with a silver needle and shrieked.

In the wake of her displeasure, Lady Rave convulsed her way out of her vessel.

“Needst thou disturb my rest?”

Shadows of non-pretense stacked behind the sleeper –

the conjuring of wrath past the starless ancient prison.

“Canst thou hear the cries of thy breed?

The seedling of thy deeds invokes the parentage of sublime conquering.”

Dame Esurience left the window in a whim

and danced upon the obscenity her visit had begotten.

“Quintessential beast of blackness unforgotten,

new blood reaches out for torment.”

“Cease, foul thing of human conscience!” Lady Rave snarled

with might of self-belonging.

“Leave this cave of wonders undiscovered and my justice yet unbroken.

Leave my cave of cosmic pathways.

Return to the master who thee gaveth breath and order.”

~*~

Star-dust, madness, fire!

Of being blinded I am tired!

Primeval Darkness, interlace my spirit and body.

Venerated home, engulf me with power.

Mother of Relentless Sempiternity – my pride, my bloodline –

claim me as yours as I thee pronounce mine.

Our union shall prevail for all time.

~*~

“Fool!” cried the viper of warfare

by fire, revenge, and mist of sway –

fury, madness, and eager to pain.

Thou hast invoked about the end.

Vera riseth to this place –

the titaness, the peerless grace.

Hers is a side where no soul findeth rest.

Thou hast chosen putrefaction

to polish the black diamond of the depths.

The scales weigh above thy head.

Truth will be the death of thy mortal shell.”

Tonic Proclamation

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I divorce from the ties that prevent me from living life.

I break the shackles that hold me afright.

I burn down the doubts and imbibe the tonic of courage at last.

I am free to fly and transcend all there is to find.

I am strong –

Sovereign of my life.

Architect of Peace

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Be ever mindful of your speech.

All you say and allow in – even music – acts as a spell upon your being, and not all influence is there to benefit.

Quiet the mind, and learn to listen.

Take control of yourself, and be the master creator you were born to be.

Fear is an illusion.

Despise it and rise above it.

Transmute it into courage.