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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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