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Accursed mage dark and belial,constructor within the blackened realms.
Appear before the apparition,from welkening thralls within the shale.
Conjured forth through majestic plains,where the harbingers of twilight await.
Incandescent forms ablaze,as ventriloquists' of the forsaken stones.
Spellcast! mute there glowing tongues,the secret of runes shall not be deciphered
Awaken! the shadows consciousness,to abound the figures within obsidian void.
prepare! the swirling vortex,hypnosis to falter there ethereal minds.
Enchant! the sacred grail,with the potion of your vanquishing elixir.
Mathematics magician of winding spheres,sculptor of perennial thought.
resurrect vicarious skies,a mystic veil for protection.
Onwards,the passage is granted,to summon forth the scorching winds.
Command the dwelling figures to enter within the banishing shade.
Charade!. The forsaken sky is falling down,your abysmal shield no longer found,your lordship has been uncrowned,and your servants have been impaled on the mound.
Hail! Hail!,your death shall prevail,your flesh will be placed on carrions sail,your blood shall be drained inside the grail,as your spirit is cast to the welkening thralls,of the shale.
Accursed mage dark and belial,constructor within the blackened realms.
become the apparition that welkins thrall within the shale.
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3 comments:
Sounds like a Medieval chant - very eerie. It influenced me in a strange way, as if behind it stands the mythology of a world I have never heard about!
Your poem mystify me as they glide across the strings of my thought.. You truly are an "old soul".. Wise to the creation of your words,,I raise my cup to you in the form of genius!!
Your poem once again resonating though my soul. So sick as usual, Devi! I can't wait for your next one.
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