Thursday, June 26, 2014

Enchantatre


And I invoke his name

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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