The Book, the Hourglass and the Blade: a shadowed Seraph among the impaled Six wings, Arrayed with burning eyes, Feathered wings elaborated from scale, Thorns tip the edges, Blackened talons finish hands and feet, Six wings in three worlds, Freely striding in the song of holocaust, Poison drips from coldly burning blade, The Watcher’s Eye knows, It is the world that is suspended in the abyss known as the Deep. First but not the only born, Always curious as to the why, The illusion of peace shattered along with dame innocence, The will is equally the sword, The axe, In every shade a scythe, In the crimson ocean of my being, All that came before me, Burning in the vacuum of nether space, The spirits are a universe of memory, The willfully condemned must happily writhe. Burning in the heart of ice, A throne of light, Authority revealed as shining steel, Concept is transmigrated through the sensual gate, Through the carnal gate, It is the will that makes what is into what is real, In having the power of the truth one has the burden as its price, A shadow by day, A flame that burns with cold rather than heat by night, Though the world would call me blind, Through the truth I trust, The burning is ongoing, The storm is forever, Eternal is the sight. Words, Time is woven, The first magick is the art of the deal, The vault of souls no lies open, Tattered robes do not mean that the glory is lesser, The wake is left of the blood the wings are soaked in. https://youtube/watch?v=TyRxpSPXkKE
Posted on: Sat, 07 Jun 2014 21:15:45 +0000
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