09-17-2015, 10:16 PM
For a few years now I've studied the archetypes on and off with Mr. Vox. In time this led to me doing my own independent studies as well. Since the beginning of my quest to understand the archetypes, I have made several attempts to creatively express my growing database of knowledge. I started out trying to do paintings of each archetype (a project that is still in the works), but ultimately the medium I have been able to express within most clearly is that of poetry.
These poems are not a casual description of my feelings about each archetype. Each and every word was carefully chosen, as if part of a mathematical equation, to produce a balance of expressions that came as close to the pure essence of the archetype as I could manage. At the same time, I did my best to let the process flow intuitively and naturally. While I wouldn't consider these poems channeled, I would consider them at least partially inspired.
It wasn't until I was at least halfway through the project that I also became aware of the deep magical processes taking place. These poems are not meant simply to be admired and enjoyed. They are designed to produce an impact, and to convey information. They are, in essence, an invocation.
I posted in this section because Ra's teachings on the archetypes laid much of the foundation for this project, but feel free to move it if it is deemed unsuitable for this sub-forum.
MAGICIAN
Woken, in the dark of night,
trembling on a steel blade’s edge,
with black abyss roaring,
casting the scent of salt in the air,
did I behold the creature
of my infinite becoming,
calling out as a specter,
in that impossible moment of
balance, of all that could,
flitting through a thousand angles,
transparent and bright as day.
The piquance of potential
was alight on my tongue,
my muscles trembling,
my future echoed in thunder,
as fire welled up within me,
and hunger, the creature,
singing in my throbbing veins,
bayed out to the stars,
to rise from the ashes of man.
PRIESTESS
I found her garden when
my mind was numbed on starlight,
a giddy taste in my mouth
left over from the day’s last colors.
Whispers leapt from twisting briars,
and the dark of my soul responded,
swelling as the moon bloomed full,
revealing her curves like glass,
her crimson lips parting,
with the laughter of pomegranates.
I reached for the gossamer veils
entwining her lurid form,
burning with hunger,
felled by the whispers of ancients
as my fingers brushed porcelain,
and the sky bled primeval,
an earthquake shaking in my veins.
Her touch, Armageddon, sweetness,
her eyes a promise striking
with dreadful ecstasy
the root of my soul.
EMPRESS
Where she had touched me,
my blood turned to fire,
my soul into wine, exploding.
Strength climbed through my bones,
the moon became diamonds,
my gaze a sovereign jewel.
She held out her hand, behold;
the world a flashing beacon
reflecting in her endless eyes.
A sliver chalice at my lips,
a smile ringed with stars,
offering in patient persistence
as I trembled in need,
my satiated thirst replaced
with an ocean of oncoming dreams.
Within her tenuous glow
the globe was mine to imagine.
All you’ve ever needed, she whispered,
all you’d ever care to need.
I tilted my head back and drank.
EMPEROR
Splendor rose neath my footfalls,
the ravenous vines of Nod
twisting a path before my boots;
steps both cunning and careful.
Climbing from my heart’s trail,
night’s palace breached the skies.
Filled and fulfilled I paused,
my face bathed in the moon’s kiss.
In obsidian reflection
his image reached before me,
offering the blade cast in scarlet,
his eyes dark with power,
his skin pale as starlight,
the wisdom of his presence
enfolding me in ashen wings.
Your burden, his voice echoed,
my cells alive with pleasure,
and the intricate weight,
engraved with heaven’s murmurs,
was as familiar as the soil of my birth.
HIEROPHANT
Within my kingdom I beheld
a blood-fueled great machine,
the firing of synapses
sparking in time with its gears.
I slipped myself within its cogs,
sliding through shining webs,
to stand upon its heated core,
hands outstretched to greet
the dragons of the land beyond.
Children of crimson and snow
climbed the flashing valleys
to kneel upon the precipice
where wires became roots fertile.
From my vertebrae rose cords,
entwining far above my crown,
the rivers fed with my heartbeat,
my feet in the stream of life.
As I stood my scepter sparked,
a fire within the shadows,
my gaze resolutely forward.
LOVERS
In the heart of my dreaming,
two serpents came before me.
White as pearls and black as pitch,
whispered did they, fervently,
of the corners of time, split
like an apple dropping its seeds.
The ground below hewed itself,
and from hell rose a sigh-
take my soul in your teeth,
resurrect the beast complete.
Above in amber glimmer,
a sweet and softer whisper-
drown within me; rise,
free to see through larger eyes.
The space between them
boiled like oil in crystal,
and I bared my wrists
to fangs that rent asunder
as they coiled between my eyes,
a different sort of thunder.
CHARIOT
Transfigured I stepped forward,
wading rivers black and fast,
and swam the breadth of time,
rising to the shore to plant
garnet seeds in fertile soil.
Neath the moon I watched them rise,
hungry in the world of life,
heart beating with the notes
of forgotten stolen songs.
Drawn forward now I flew,
on the backs of shining angels,
and leapt ‘mongst demons’ horns,
fanned well by wings of flame,
as mountains moved aloft
at the speaking of my name.
The sun’s vermilion veil,
ever-rising, whispering,
of mysteries and hidden scenes,
beckoned me behind her skirts,
and entered I to sights unseen.
JUSTICE
In wandering I watched them rise-
spires of smoke that scraped the clouds,
trees of dreams and flowered eyes.
From thicket’s depths a primal growl,
a body lithe as summer’s night.
A scent of one unbound and wild,
drawn by notes unknown to man,
yet trembling upon her lips
the key to Solomon’s renown.
No qualm within her naked breast
she leapt the space with neurons’ grace
to dizzy me with sweat and lust,
and raced did we beneath the stars,
with all forgotten save the dark,
the beast and I entangled sharp
between the mysteries of god
that bubble down to touch and sound.
Collapsing in geometry,
and howling with hedonic hounds,
drinking heartbeats from the ground.
SAGE
The soil beneath me, dark and damp,
dissolved to empty purity
as eyes unfeeling drew me on
to stand alone midst white expanse,
the lightless brightness frailly lit
by dancing flames of endless black
that leapt between my heart and soul.
I rested in his torpid palm,
the voiceless master of my dreams,
naked, thrilled in helplessness,
my machinations spinning wild
to meet the gaze of wisdom cold.
Equations flew like happy sparks,
potential cages forming stairs,
his breath a secret in the air,
and sucking from my very bones
the marrow of a will alone,
between his frightening teeth arose
a form more perfect than my own,
conjoined to me within his cloak.
FORTUNE
Cast off along the freezing air
to drift midst space unending,
chaos’ orb nestled within
the warmth of my supple tongue,
did space draw up around me
to inundate sage’s eyes,
the cosmos filing down my throat
like blood from a wound.
Weightless I bobbed, blind,
tumbling through subtle snarls,
my fingers catching ‘long a web
of crackling strands, a sturdy hand
arranging rays of liquid gold
within my fingers, stiff and cold.
With sight unveiled I grasped
at the sutures of a warrior taut,
with ember’s architecture
a smolder in his gleaming eyes,
to guard a treasure pale and soft
within a future fraught with lies.
STRENGTH
It was in awe that I beheld
the graceful baring of her neck,
her dance a movement of the stars
entrained with my heart’s beating-
swooping down along each breath
collecting silence as an art.
Interlocked we swept through time,
her pulse in golden step with mine
and with each pirouette
cities blossomed in her wake.
I softly turned her pristine form
along a river made of light,
her steps as light as feather down.
All I am is yours to take.
Her hands spun shining galaxies
within the singing of each cell,
and all the mighty hosts of hell
were marching to her tune,
her heart a humble metronome,
her voice the calling of the lune.
HANGED MAN
He descended in serpents,
thorns and lilies twisting
through the confines of his hair,
and bade me kneel upon the earth,
and lo did I then kiss the dirt,
the poison of his knowing touch
sustaining me within his snare,
my sire of crimson honeyed lips
(whose roots were coiling in my throat)
plucking daisies from my heart,
the joy of harvest in his eyes.
Euphoria uprising
as I opened to the sacrifice,
my sight became a sea of glass,
to read the atoms of his name,
and nothing did my heart despise
beneath the moulding grip
of the potter’s ruthless song,
for I had walked the other side
and knew the letters all along.
DEATH
My steps aglow with light of dusk
he led me to a barren place,
and pulled away his face to show
a shroud whose edges trailed the void,
its depths pulsating rich with eyes,
and from his throat a ruthless song
exposed the dirt beneath my skin.
His withered hands caressed my sins,
invading heart and bone and blood,
to freeze the air within my lungs
and wrench the worms from my domain.
My flesh peeled backward ‘neath his grip,
and that which rose in beauty cold
drew tears down from the moon above,
standing with the world to gain.
Beneath my feet a hungry maw
did swallow up the violent purge,
my blood now at one with the Earth,
and in the gleam of silver scythe
I caught the moment of my birth.
ALCHEMY
I ran with burning star in chest
to kingdom’s highest mountaintop,
to face the dawn with fearless gaze,
the elements within my grip
to be remade as hell-forged blade
now blessed by heaven’s fingertips.
From sinews knit with spider’s silk
arose obsidian my wings,
and from the edge of fear I leapt
to swim the oceans of the skies,
and quick my feet and light my eyes
did shatter hardship ‘neath the wake,
the blood of challenge mine to take,
the grace of will my sovereign bride.
My hunger free from fat and bones
the jaws of space did welcome me
to break the laws of gravity
and wriggle past the endless edge
to spaces known within my heart,
a shadowed valley wont to dredge.
DEVIL
This is my world, he called,
his voice the laugher of carrion,
the charred air raining ash,
his eyes like barbs in the dark.
In depravity I felt my skin
crawl with endless ants within,
drowning in the molecules
of unadulterated sin.
Upon a mountain of the dead
he wrenched my heart in heartless claws,
a leash composed of all my flaws
to bend me to my knees before
the one who knew me all too well,
my reach his power, depths of hell,
and still I climbed with weakness rich
a’crawling through my trembling veins,
embracing softly the profane,
with maggots pouring from my arms,
my lips upon his devilry,
to still the daggers of his harm.
LIGHTNING
Arcing from the sky’s abyss
to trail my spine like molten fire,
the glass of my delusions
now sand in empty, blackest eyes,
did so the fearsome dragon rise,
inverted flight from heaven’s spire,
and from my mouth erupted hot
the romance with mortality,
my soul a flicker now between
the thing I saw, and yet to be.
Peering in destruction’s wake,
to kingdoms melted in the sand,
as mirrors of another make
delivered silvered, holy pain,
my sight left shimmering, surreal,
yet from the haze a vision clear
did gild my agony in rubies;
whispered fathoms in my ear.
Fallen knight with spirit singed,
light undying in his tears.
STAR
Regalia dissolved to ash,
and left with naked skin to soak
the chill of night’s unbroken sash
beneath the light of speckled sky,
with no command to lead save that
cold humbleness of silent time,
my reborn gaze cast ever up
to beacon faint yet wholly mine,
the path before my feet subsumed,
the where consumed by trusting why.
Around my knees the ocean rose
to ferry onward, oar-less hope,
the fishes singing with my smile,
a compass pulled by heart-strings
with new hunger growing all the while.
I drifted down, my muscles slack,
drawn with the endless flow of tides,
submitting to the vision still
with all the world now tossed aside
the space within my soul to fill.
MOON
A plane of savage strangeness
and cloaked in endless mist,
where shadows mock at every turn
now glimmered from the black abyss
to cloak my spirit, diamond’s fire-
a giddy laugh of falling short,
illusions dancing on the breeze
and snaring travelers for sport.
So carefully I took my aim,
with starlight liquid in my palm,
the devils roaring in my ears,
led on by geometric psalm
to spaces fluid between my fears,
a predator within my heart
to take the lashes as they fell,
adjustments made in blood and oil
maneuvering the halls of hell.
The howls of wolves now carved my course,
the lightest feet to steer my path
as I pressed on without remorse.
SUN
At Void’s deep heart, the flame arising,
jet and violet, dark as night
yet brighter than dawn’s fullest light
it sang to me between my eyes,
a sword to cut through webs unknown,
a truth which cannot be despised-
the temple held on backs of steeds,
aloft from gullies filled with lies.
Within my chest in heat it bloomed
in essence, swallowing my being,
the shredded scraps of battles lost
now fused in fullness, offering,
an overflowing spirit’s touch;
illuminated Daemon King,
the manifested god-to-be.
Reborn from riches of the earth,
arisen out of Death’s own shade,
made nothing now to be remade,
with all the powers of my past
redoubled in a price well-paid.
JUDGMENT
To step upon that path, my child...
the path inked among the stars,
whispered in the flames...
to walk the destiny you have forged,
to drive the chariot of your being...
To know the face in the mirror,
to see where the rainbow ends...
To do this is to become notes
upon a page of eternity.
You glide forward like music,
unstoppable, inevitable,
for to fall from your own strings
is a dread not happily conceived.
To walk your chosen path, child,
is to walk as god,
at the mercy of your own Truth,
your power shaping the world.
The word will not look the same.
Through those eyes, all will be changed.
It is your last first step with that name.
THE WORLD
This is where the journey ends.
With Nix’s bosom shining full
the acolyte once meek ascends
to stand free of the raging lull.
Her hair is crowned with glitter stars,
her eyes two suns of burning flame,
her sweet voice shatters cages’ bars;
upon her tongue a blessed name.
At her bequest the sands do move,
and with her touch the mountains shake,
yet nothing has she left to prove,
and nothing has she left to take.
She walks the fields with god-like grace,
and all who look upon her see
the paths of thorns and fire she’s traced
and what they, too, could come to be.
Her eyes turn now to higher worlds,
to things the gods don’t comprehend,
and as divine her will unfurls,
she steps aloft to start again.
THE FOOL
I am the leaf on the wind.
With each new day I billow
and tumble, and wonder.
The whispers follow me.
The visions flicker,
as the brook and the trees
and the stars and the seeds
all cry out, come to me.
I am ever-hungry,
nibbling at the seasons,
lapping at the changing tides.
I have no home to call my own,
but joyful, I am free!
The burdens of tomorrow
have found no pull on me,
smiling in plain sight.
Perhaps one day my airy toes
will touch the earth as singing She
should beckon me to follow her...
Today I fly for me.
These poems are not a casual description of my feelings about each archetype. Each and every word was carefully chosen, as if part of a mathematical equation, to produce a balance of expressions that came as close to the pure essence of the archetype as I could manage. At the same time, I did my best to let the process flow intuitively and naturally. While I wouldn't consider these poems channeled, I would consider them at least partially inspired.
It wasn't until I was at least halfway through the project that I also became aware of the deep magical processes taking place. These poems are not meant simply to be admired and enjoyed. They are designed to produce an impact, and to convey information. They are, in essence, an invocation.
I posted in this section because Ra's teachings on the archetypes laid much of the foundation for this project, but feel free to move it if it is deemed unsuitable for this sub-forum.
MAGICIAN
Woken, in the dark of night,
trembling on a steel blade’s edge,
with black abyss roaring,
casting the scent of salt in the air,
did I behold the creature
of my infinite becoming,
calling out as a specter,
in that impossible moment of
balance, of all that could,
flitting through a thousand angles,
transparent and bright as day.
The piquance of potential
was alight on my tongue,
my muscles trembling,
my future echoed in thunder,
as fire welled up within me,
and hunger, the creature,
singing in my throbbing veins,
bayed out to the stars,
to rise from the ashes of man.
PRIESTESS
I found her garden when
my mind was numbed on starlight,
a giddy taste in my mouth
left over from the day’s last colors.
Whispers leapt from twisting briars,
and the dark of my soul responded,
swelling as the moon bloomed full,
revealing her curves like glass,
her crimson lips parting,
with the laughter of pomegranates.
I reached for the gossamer veils
entwining her lurid form,
burning with hunger,
felled by the whispers of ancients
as my fingers brushed porcelain,
and the sky bled primeval,
an earthquake shaking in my veins.
Her touch, Armageddon, sweetness,
her eyes a promise striking
with dreadful ecstasy
the root of my soul.
EMPRESS
Where she had touched me,
my blood turned to fire,
my soul into wine, exploding.
Strength climbed through my bones,
the moon became diamonds,
my gaze a sovereign jewel.
She held out her hand, behold;
the world a flashing beacon
reflecting in her endless eyes.
A sliver chalice at my lips,
a smile ringed with stars,
offering in patient persistence
as I trembled in need,
my satiated thirst replaced
with an ocean of oncoming dreams.
Within her tenuous glow
the globe was mine to imagine.
All you’ve ever needed, she whispered,
all you’d ever care to need.
I tilted my head back and drank.
EMPEROR
Splendor rose neath my footfalls,
the ravenous vines of Nod
twisting a path before my boots;
steps both cunning and careful.
Climbing from my heart’s trail,
night’s palace breached the skies.
Filled and fulfilled I paused,
my face bathed in the moon’s kiss.
In obsidian reflection
his image reached before me,
offering the blade cast in scarlet,
his eyes dark with power,
his skin pale as starlight,
the wisdom of his presence
enfolding me in ashen wings.
Your burden, his voice echoed,
my cells alive with pleasure,
and the intricate weight,
engraved with heaven’s murmurs,
was as familiar as the soil of my birth.
HIEROPHANT
Within my kingdom I beheld
a blood-fueled great machine,
the firing of synapses
sparking in time with its gears.
I slipped myself within its cogs,
sliding through shining webs,
to stand upon its heated core,
hands outstretched to greet
the dragons of the land beyond.
Children of crimson and snow
climbed the flashing valleys
to kneel upon the precipice
where wires became roots fertile.
From my vertebrae rose cords,
entwining far above my crown,
the rivers fed with my heartbeat,
my feet in the stream of life.
As I stood my scepter sparked,
a fire within the shadows,
my gaze resolutely forward.
LOVERS
In the heart of my dreaming,
two serpents came before me.
White as pearls and black as pitch,
whispered did they, fervently,
of the corners of time, split
like an apple dropping its seeds.
The ground below hewed itself,
and from hell rose a sigh-
take my soul in your teeth,
resurrect the beast complete.
Above in amber glimmer,
a sweet and softer whisper-
drown within me; rise,
free to see through larger eyes.
The space between them
boiled like oil in crystal,
and I bared my wrists
to fangs that rent asunder
as they coiled between my eyes,
a different sort of thunder.
CHARIOT
Transfigured I stepped forward,
wading rivers black and fast,
and swam the breadth of time,
rising to the shore to plant
garnet seeds in fertile soil.
Neath the moon I watched them rise,
hungry in the world of life,
heart beating with the notes
of forgotten stolen songs.
Drawn forward now I flew,
on the backs of shining angels,
and leapt ‘mongst demons’ horns,
fanned well by wings of flame,
as mountains moved aloft
at the speaking of my name.
The sun’s vermilion veil,
ever-rising, whispering,
of mysteries and hidden scenes,
beckoned me behind her skirts,
and entered I to sights unseen.
JUSTICE
In wandering I watched them rise-
spires of smoke that scraped the clouds,
trees of dreams and flowered eyes.
From thicket’s depths a primal growl,
a body lithe as summer’s night.
A scent of one unbound and wild,
drawn by notes unknown to man,
yet trembling upon her lips
the key to Solomon’s renown.
No qualm within her naked breast
she leapt the space with neurons’ grace
to dizzy me with sweat and lust,
and raced did we beneath the stars,
with all forgotten save the dark,
the beast and I entangled sharp
between the mysteries of god
that bubble down to touch and sound.
Collapsing in geometry,
and howling with hedonic hounds,
drinking heartbeats from the ground.
SAGE
The soil beneath me, dark and damp,
dissolved to empty purity
as eyes unfeeling drew me on
to stand alone midst white expanse,
the lightless brightness frailly lit
by dancing flames of endless black
that leapt between my heart and soul.
I rested in his torpid palm,
the voiceless master of my dreams,
naked, thrilled in helplessness,
my machinations spinning wild
to meet the gaze of wisdom cold.
Equations flew like happy sparks,
potential cages forming stairs,
his breath a secret in the air,
and sucking from my very bones
the marrow of a will alone,
between his frightening teeth arose
a form more perfect than my own,
conjoined to me within his cloak.
FORTUNE
Cast off along the freezing air
to drift midst space unending,
chaos’ orb nestled within
the warmth of my supple tongue,
did space draw up around me
to inundate sage’s eyes,
the cosmos filing down my throat
like blood from a wound.
Weightless I bobbed, blind,
tumbling through subtle snarls,
my fingers catching ‘long a web
of crackling strands, a sturdy hand
arranging rays of liquid gold
within my fingers, stiff and cold.
With sight unveiled I grasped
at the sutures of a warrior taut,
with ember’s architecture
a smolder in his gleaming eyes,
to guard a treasure pale and soft
within a future fraught with lies.
STRENGTH
It was in awe that I beheld
the graceful baring of her neck,
her dance a movement of the stars
entrained with my heart’s beating-
swooping down along each breath
collecting silence as an art.
Interlocked we swept through time,
her pulse in golden step with mine
and with each pirouette
cities blossomed in her wake.
I softly turned her pristine form
along a river made of light,
her steps as light as feather down.
All I am is yours to take.
Her hands spun shining galaxies
within the singing of each cell,
and all the mighty hosts of hell
were marching to her tune,
her heart a humble metronome,
her voice the calling of the lune.
HANGED MAN
He descended in serpents,
thorns and lilies twisting
through the confines of his hair,
and bade me kneel upon the earth,
and lo did I then kiss the dirt,
the poison of his knowing touch
sustaining me within his snare,
my sire of crimson honeyed lips
(whose roots were coiling in my throat)
plucking daisies from my heart,
the joy of harvest in his eyes.
Euphoria uprising
as I opened to the sacrifice,
my sight became a sea of glass,
to read the atoms of his name,
and nothing did my heart despise
beneath the moulding grip
of the potter’s ruthless song,
for I had walked the other side
and knew the letters all along.
DEATH
My steps aglow with light of dusk
he led me to a barren place,
and pulled away his face to show
a shroud whose edges trailed the void,
its depths pulsating rich with eyes,
and from his throat a ruthless song
exposed the dirt beneath my skin.
His withered hands caressed my sins,
invading heart and bone and blood,
to freeze the air within my lungs
and wrench the worms from my domain.
My flesh peeled backward ‘neath his grip,
and that which rose in beauty cold
drew tears down from the moon above,
standing with the world to gain.
Beneath my feet a hungry maw
did swallow up the violent purge,
my blood now at one with the Earth,
and in the gleam of silver scythe
I caught the moment of my birth.
ALCHEMY
I ran with burning star in chest
to kingdom’s highest mountaintop,
to face the dawn with fearless gaze,
the elements within my grip
to be remade as hell-forged blade
now blessed by heaven’s fingertips.
From sinews knit with spider’s silk
arose obsidian my wings,
and from the edge of fear I leapt
to swim the oceans of the skies,
and quick my feet and light my eyes
did shatter hardship ‘neath the wake,
the blood of challenge mine to take,
the grace of will my sovereign bride.
My hunger free from fat and bones
the jaws of space did welcome me
to break the laws of gravity
and wriggle past the endless edge
to spaces known within my heart,
a shadowed valley wont to dredge.
DEVIL
This is my world, he called,
his voice the laugher of carrion,
the charred air raining ash,
his eyes like barbs in the dark.
In depravity I felt my skin
crawl with endless ants within,
drowning in the molecules
of unadulterated sin.
Upon a mountain of the dead
he wrenched my heart in heartless claws,
a leash composed of all my flaws
to bend me to my knees before
the one who knew me all too well,
my reach his power, depths of hell,
and still I climbed with weakness rich
a’crawling through my trembling veins,
embracing softly the profane,
with maggots pouring from my arms,
my lips upon his devilry,
to still the daggers of his harm.
LIGHTNING
Arcing from the sky’s abyss
to trail my spine like molten fire,
the glass of my delusions
now sand in empty, blackest eyes,
did so the fearsome dragon rise,
inverted flight from heaven’s spire,
and from my mouth erupted hot
the romance with mortality,
my soul a flicker now between
the thing I saw, and yet to be.
Peering in destruction’s wake,
to kingdoms melted in the sand,
as mirrors of another make
delivered silvered, holy pain,
my sight left shimmering, surreal,
yet from the haze a vision clear
did gild my agony in rubies;
whispered fathoms in my ear.
Fallen knight with spirit singed,
light undying in his tears.
STAR
Regalia dissolved to ash,
and left with naked skin to soak
the chill of night’s unbroken sash
beneath the light of speckled sky,
with no command to lead save that
cold humbleness of silent time,
my reborn gaze cast ever up
to beacon faint yet wholly mine,
the path before my feet subsumed,
the where consumed by trusting why.
Around my knees the ocean rose
to ferry onward, oar-less hope,
the fishes singing with my smile,
a compass pulled by heart-strings
with new hunger growing all the while.
I drifted down, my muscles slack,
drawn with the endless flow of tides,
submitting to the vision still
with all the world now tossed aside
the space within my soul to fill.
MOON
A plane of savage strangeness
and cloaked in endless mist,
where shadows mock at every turn
now glimmered from the black abyss
to cloak my spirit, diamond’s fire-
a giddy laugh of falling short,
illusions dancing on the breeze
and snaring travelers for sport.
So carefully I took my aim,
with starlight liquid in my palm,
the devils roaring in my ears,
led on by geometric psalm
to spaces fluid between my fears,
a predator within my heart
to take the lashes as they fell,
adjustments made in blood and oil
maneuvering the halls of hell.
The howls of wolves now carved my course,
the lightest feet to steer my path
as I pressed on without remorse.
SUN
At Void’s deep heart, the flame arising,
jet and violet, dark as night
yet brighter than dawn’s fullest light
it sang to me between my eyes,
a sword to cut through webs unknown,
a truth which cannot be despised-
the temple held on backs of steeds,
aloft from gullies filled with lies.
Within my chest in heat it bloomed
in essence, swallowing my being,
the shredded scraps of battles lost
now fused in fullness, offering,
an overflowing spirit’s touch;
illuminated Daemon King,
the manifested god-to-be.
Reborn from riches of the earth,
arisen out of Death’s own shade,
made nothing now to be remade,
with all the powers of my past
redoubled in a price well-paid.
JUDGMENT
To step upon that path, my child...
the path inked among the stars,
whispered in the flames...
to walk the destiny you have forged,
to drive the chariot of your being...
To know the face in the mirror,
to see where the rainbow ends...
To do this is to become notes
upon a page of eternity.
You glide forward like music,
unstoppable, inevitable,
for to fall from your own strings
is a dread not happily conceived.
To walk your chosen path, child,
is to walk as god,
at the mercy of your own Truth,
your power shaping the world.
The word will not look the same.
Through those eyes, all will be changed.
It is your last first step with that name.
THE WORLD
This is where the journey ends.
With Nix’s bosom shining full
the acolyte once meek ascends
to stand free of the raging lull.
Her hair is crowned with glitter stars,
her eyes two suns of burning flame,
her sweet voice shatters cages’ bars;
upon her tongue a blessed name.
At her bequest the sands do move,
and with her touch the mountains shake,
yet nothing has she left to prove,
and nothing has she left to take.
She walks the fields with god-like grace,
and all who look upon her see
the paths of thorns and fire she’s traced
and what they, too, could come to be.
Her eyes turn now to higher worlds,
to things the gods don’t comprehend,
and as divine her will unfurls,
she steps aloft to start again.
THE FOOL
I am the leaf on the wind.
With each new day I billow
and tumble, and wonder.
The whispers follow me.
The visions flicker,
as the brook and the trees
and the stars and the seeds
all cry out, come to me.
I am ever-hungry,
nibbling at the seasons,
lapping at the changing tides.
I have no home to call my own,
but joyful, I am free!
The burdens of tomorrow
have found no pull on me,
smiling in plain sight.
Perhaps one day my airy toes
will touch the earth as singing She
should beckon me to follow her...
Today I fly for me.
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