Black Pilgrimage

 

by

 

Cameron

 

 

I am at your door

 

How she began a song

of death that swung

a full cycle into

the Sun

and homeward

through the

howling night?

My eyes

will shock you

My clothes rusted

My body scarred

with

eagles claws

and turned to stone

Will you know

that it is love?

I am

Holy with Love

and silenced with

knowing

 

As delicately savage

as the fox

I watch

you

from the edge

of your woods

scenting the

sweet fires of

forgotten life

An ancient tribunal

of our eastern order

decreed my doom

eternal lusting

for your soul

 

Fragrant ashes

blowing onward from your groves

evoke desires

dimly lit as altar fires

sacred craving

of the great return

My companions are a tribe

of priests lately come from

dying

following the winter sea

to the North

in search of

the spell of sleep

 

Long ago

I phropesied [sic]

that journey's gone

as a frozen flowering

of the snow

Our migratory shadows

caste upon these shores

serpent's eggs of stone

marked with hyroglyphs [sic]

of Space

Trailing Robes

through unlit

Corridors of Space

We traveled

Stellar webs

to darker

worlds

within

the

Lunar mirrors

of

Suicide

Chasing diamonds from

the grain

I enticed

the Mad One

from his

throne

 

I

bound

Him

with

the

Weight

of tears

and

crowned Him with

coronet of glass

In the bone white vault

of the Mother tomb

Black palaces

of glass

enshrined

the deaths

of daughters

proferred [sic]

to the

Priests

of pain

Oh God Love

I betrayed you too

lured to confidence with

Beasts

I proweled [sic]

the Seplechre [sic]

of Kings

Oh Black stared [sic] love

uprooted from

the Stone

The Angel

standing on the tomb

upraised me to

His touch and

glorified grief

of love

Oh Beloved

You are

legend

in the

firey [sic] dust

exhaled from

burning solar wind

the echo of

the voice

that spoke your

name

Resounds like clammored [sic]

Brass

An ancient

Moon myth

Spoke of flowers of snow

that give surcease

to love's sorrow

Godhood

walks on

Burning

Snow

inflamed

with fatal

perfumes of

a flower's

frozen fire

 

 

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