Of things hidden within my soul

Enchanted
Daylight falls to dusk
Shadows and beauty surround me
Watch everything turning to dust

Seductive Death
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

One breath
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

 

~A~

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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.

1-1-2018

Oracle of Nox
Bespoken 1-1-2018
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.

Tristis Amans

I can feel you…
 
So close…
 
My fingertips brushing against the essence of what most people fear.
 
Your call growing closer with the tick of every hour.
 
My resolve wavering as it always does when faced with your silky touch.
 
Nihil Metu Mortis… Today as every other day ❤