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 dessication, By simple droplets, Each a looking glass, Into avenues I long to walk again.
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
A man looks into a mirror And screams; For it is not he, Nor his reflection.
As above So Below, Like life, And death, Yet now Only within; Behind walls Behind doors, Yet within Only you, A truth To seek, Alone, yet Not.
It is a fire that burns cold, Reaching into the soul With claws that scrape and scar, As a harmony of pleasure and pain, Abets one to begin again. With sorrow Comes beauty, Mixing as does the sun at the end, Whose blood curdles amidst the night; As purple and blue reunite. A… Continue reading The Gothic Embrace