“The truth of my existence tugs at my veins… and even I am surprised at the hand She has had in my making. In retrospect, so many things fall into place now that never did before. So many of the seemingly unentangled choices I have made, demands I put upon myself, in the full context of my being, only now begin to make sense.
M’Lady Night, She who wears the Stars in Her hair, The dangerous, deadly, hidden, beautiful mystery of every Desert Night… She who claimed me as Daughter before my existence ever stitched into being.
As dusk starts falling every day, I can literally feel my veins itch with Her. At night, under the desert stars, She fills me to the point of wanting to break. She is literally embedded within me, and so I carry M’Lady Night with me even in the light day. Her voice whispers with every shadow, her children carry out Her unfathomable will at every turn, and I stand anchored, one foot in the World of What is Not, the other in What She will make Be.
None of it works, unless all of it works together… My use as a doorway to Her only makes since when I am anchored within My Desert. For I am it’s child as well, forged under the heat of it’s imminent Sun, my blood-splattered legacy soaked up within the sand and the thorns that I have always loved.
The suddenness of this revelation is going to, again, remake me. Only this time, I know I will survive, and come out of the other side intact… More intact than I have ever been.”
… just some sinister morning musings.
“So pitch its sunk into the bone
Need my kings of the dark and unknown
Such a painful and beautiful fate
I’m proof that its never too late
So many dark things inside of me
Are fighting to set themselves free
I feel hate pouring out of my skin
As my devils recount every sin
So I’ll spill the red life out of you
Lick it up and you won’t have a clue
That all of the light kept inside
Nothing more than a beautiful lie”
“Like Shards of the angry sun
Splinter out and come undone
Feel the hate seething in you
I know what you’re going through
I use to stand in the light
Craved a world that wasn’t so bright
So let’s turn our back on the sun
Let this light crawl till its done
Our power twists in the dark
My power rests in my heart
Together we shall become one
Not the shards of the angry sun”
When Demons rise
And Kingdoms Fall
Who is left to save you all?
Our curse upon the bloodstained ground
Your weak are lost
The strong are here
Demonic army you all fear
So nail yourself
All up for us
Drink from this unholy cup
These Demons Rise
Your Kingdoms Fall
And we shall feast upon you all
Of things hidden within my soul
Daylight falls to dusk
Shadows and beauty surround me
Watch everything turning to dust
He stands at my back
Unwilling to yet take his hand
He awaits in the inky and black
My wings unfurl
Soaking up the power of night
Might as well be a goddess
As I burn in the blue of twilight
This power spinning
My will in this unlighted place
My lover is smiling beside me
Evil written all over his face
And my magic comes alive
Shattered and remade
Everything that you were becomes mine
This is me
With the mask of humanity gone
Eternal, infernal, and beauty
Wrapped up in the silk of His song
Henosis is a dangerous pursuit
…one that leaves your skin empty of glory and good for a while.
But as I sit here, with my pain and my flesh angry from bleeding, the nature of the gift that is my humanity sits closer to the surface than is usual. An introspective pain all its own, made brighter by having Her Shadow permeate me with purpose just hours past.
… And so I sit, eye to eye with the past ghosts of myself, knowing that this pain too will pass into nothing.
Oracle of Nox
Of Lady Night, for her Children in the following year
Secrets in the Night, knowing only the beauty of Dreams.
Venture to move this hunger to yourself,
to The Beast that cries out with no shame.
Forbidden to touch.
And yet, it is demanded.
In His shadow, trailing bloodlust
Every moment that comes to pass so perfectly.
Scratching words upon paper.
Words from the mist of Dreams. Turning us into our nightmares
You will find the words will stay even after Death
has walked these Halls.
Knowing the gift of Madness
To know what is at the heart of the movement.
She sits watching, and in the increase of her wisdom
has been tormented. But this is Clear: The Two Paths will
speak for themselves.
Self-Creation? Or Self-Destruction
Weakness is holding onto you, will not let you see how to
transform this life.
And although you might suffer,
You must make this life your own.
70, 31, 38, 7, 90, 105, 3, 56, 59.
Words are all I have left…