By blood
By blade
With liquid anointments
In velvet night
I invoke his name
I bid him to me
Would that I could bind him to me
But still on the midnight clear
I invoke his name
By mine own skill
By Mine own skin
With fettered breath
In aching need
With primal witcheries
Would that my power stayed the night
But still compelled by his power
By mine own mind
By mine own soul
I invoke his name
Invocation rising in tempo
Higher and higher still
Through
the smoked air
And suddenly in a rush of potential
He fills the vaults of my heaven
Reality bends
In His presence
A thousand fantastical worlds
Originator
First Man
Beyond the edges of reason
This invocation has carried me
And all that may be is He
He lays open my soul
Healing the wounds
Taking only what is His
The All Self
Naming His price
In roils of blood and pain
Until I am back
Shattered in reality
And there where I once stood
A shrine
That’s how I know
It was no fever dream
And still the aching compulsion
Destroyed
Yet still
By blood
By blade
Upon the midnight clear
I invoke He
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