The wind-beaten lake was beset by offshore storms of confounded and weeping veils. In the midst of the tempest, awareness rose enraged to calm the waters, and the mirror-like lake became a reflection of an alternate state. All knights gathered under one plate, one flag, one creed to sustain: one-pointed laser stare beyond the conceivable extent; thus, the voice was the wordless wordly observant who severed the umbilical cord of the pre-conceptual which sat in the cave of his own reflection to execute the ways of consolidation.
Toll the bells of the church of self
in the funeral pyre of music flare.
A love so deep, a feral beast.
A flame so lively, now a callous memory
prancing in the torrid wilds of melody.
Murmurs in the daytime speck,
kaleidoscopes and swirling strings of otherness
summoning the rising of the abeyant armies
through the yearning veils into the chamber
of nestling consciousness.
Murmurs in the air,
spectacles of colours and silhouettes
dancing ‘fore the heart whose river has run
into the high seas with nothing more
than the tearing love for the Black Star
which underlies the theatre’s spotlight.
Murmurs murmuring ever
the disavowal of tales oozed from opiate crevices
of malison and true derangement.
Murmurs of the innate throne
which hand pries open the torture room of sol.
Murmurs, quiet memories of dusk –
the revelry of Soul bleeding art
into the listless ball of fleshy command.
Umbra: Logos! Come and dance with us.
Logos: I am fine, thank you.
Core: Oh, come on! I’ll teach you some moves.
Logos: Umbra, is she staying long?
Umbra: Core is part of our family. She’ll stay forever with us.
Umbra: What’s wrong? You need Core for a balanced forefront. The army needs you both.
Logos: I know… but she’s so *looks at Core who in turn looks at him glistening with joy* moist… and sweet.
Core: *bursts into laughter* I know, right! Everything that you are not. We’ll make such a great team.
Logos: *grits his teeth as he glares at Umbra* So, Core… uhm… what are those moves you wanted to teach me?
Umbra: *giggles and pats Logos’ shoulder* Good general, good general.
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”.
Come to feel my heavy heart
as I bleed for you tonight.
Come to soothe my laments
as I stand for you in Light.
I run to you to die,
for there is mercy in your arms.
No love compares to yours, Forgotten Mother of the World!
Come to me, my shrine — my haven, my heart!
Sing me a lullaby,
and guard me with your mind.
Embosom me, Endless Dark!
Kiss me into your essence sublime.
Release me from the chains that keep away the Night.
“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.”
The wind whirled
through the hollow mountains and empty forests.
In the live gardens of dormancy,
its frolic met the shadow of its conscience.
The black wind rose and blew the carrion of hope
into the multifarious crevasses of the underworld;
for if there once stood a heart so pure,
the currents of Tartarus reclaimed parentage
over the zephyr most blithesome.
“O Bearers of Beauty and Paladins of Life’s Glow!”
roared the child of hidden thorns;
“Have you no sentiment for the suffering of the sickly nursed?
Woe betide your cowardice
as the world transpires under the vexing star of vacuity!
Lassitude unsurpassed dims the ancient fire and condones lies.
Where is the embrace of sweet night?
Where the dynamic current that transcends flesh and bypasses time?”