shaking its wings off the autumn rain.
chirping gleefully through the sunset vale.
Saved now, saved again
by the Cthonian pyre of truthful gaze.
Oh, how did the flaming tongues
scald the sentry's fortress of eyeless self!
In the night of day,
in the devoted ballroom of conscious pretence -
moonstruck and moon-strained
from unearthed terrors of solar haze -
birdy bird did cantillate, with blood tears,
the shackles away.
The black devourer crawled
from the dungeon cells:
Stygian, starless madness -
a wailing ghost, a mindful lover
in the haunted corridors
behind the masks we wear.
incinerated by art of self
to crown itself sovereign
again and again.
the infernal shadows
wrought about the end
of luminaries' benighted lanterns.
the world is the empire
of dreams in reverse.
saved now, saved again
from winter's premature embrace.
reborn in the reflection
of theatre's grace.
Saved now, saved again
by the sentient might
This year has proved itself quite engaging, has it not? This is a note for you, dear reader. In the fathomless pools of your sorrow and despair, remember! Remember to keep inquiring yourself. Your liberation lies with the courageous action to seek and comprehend yourself. Unveil your shadows; for that which makes you uneasy is the key to your escape. Even in hopelessness, there is hope still to find your path to a life you would deem worth living. Know yourself and master yourself, else some other force will take command. Know yourself, because only you can accept or deny how to live in any shape or form.
I blinked once. I blinked twice. My limbs were clean, and with my vessel attired in silver satin my feet stood upon the venous damp sclera surfacing, as if a titan dwelt caught amidst the sere leaves and old roots of these woods which edges vowed to remain abstruse.
Following the pupil, the pupil followed me under the watching and unblinking pregnant moon. I rubbed my toe against the fiery iris; thus, imbibing through my soles the heat which this living soil provided. The eye, I thought I saw it cry; however, examination identified in it a glad smile. It was I who purged tears of swamp secretion, and it was I who exuded the black waters of limbo from my crown abode of breathing billows.
With faith renewed in the night of perdition, I lowered to my feet and kissed the eye which I sacrificed with might of will enduring past extinction. The sentient remaining lamp of its life bid me goodbye in a spectacle of bright fireflies, plunging me into the blackness above tar.
If I could have flown with the fireflies into the argent moon of that night, lucidly spellbound, the truth would have sung to hypnotize. Where was now the Lady of the Sky, my luminous and distant confidant? Could she hide from me for all the breaths a soul snorts? I knew she inbirthed the exodus I so longed for.
“You are one to abhor attachments that, like chains, hold you to an immutable terrain of flesh-eating corpses, yet by contradiction of your modus operandi, you launch against the Maiden of Oblivion with stark acrimony.”
“I see that being left alone with me has set your talents free. Do you enjoy what you see? Let all who have eyes to see and all ears to hear how all difference and manners come to be. Yes, I abhor her whose promise is weak, as I do loathe the haze of dormancy, yet that hardly makes me a hypocrite. You see, in my centuries alive, I have never measured progress through the eclipse and dearth of consciousness. I am the mindful memory who propels forward with sentient step, crafting jewels out of events that nothing may go to waste. I accept my responsibility toward myself, and erect pillars of serving grace. I forgo surrendering war to the deceitful bliss of forgetfulness, and embrace the shadows born from my ancient crevices.”