At the end, all is bound, In golden light For to love death; Is to admire life, As both are the same Which through perfection, Must be, United.
The rain returns, To serenade me, As I sit amidst a drought, Of life, Whose roots dig desperately, To the past, Wherein the scent of perfect days Is returned from desiccation, By simple droplets, Each a looking glass, Into avenues I long to walk again.
Of smoke, Which curdles in the light And mirrors, Who shatter should I look away, Nothing of the Earth, Can whip me to a deeper frenzy, As your eyes of black, Which ignite with wordless desire, My heart that cannot fail, To crave to love, Your form; Metaphysical - a manifested dream, That cradles… Continue reading Succubi Bride
I sit in silence Or thunder and rain, Pulled there by a desire, Which seeks to manifest, Along paths that few invest. With incense and flame Or daylight and breeze, The power never wains, For as with eternities long gone, We are still with Magick at one With each breath I then pull… Continue reading Magick of Eternity
Whispered through the leaves, Is a song, Caught only by memories, That lean into notes, Of times that were, Wanton for more, So that the song will continue, Longer, Until days are no more.