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Staring onward,
As time stands still.
Devoid of tribulation,
While time stands still.
Starlight breaks this darkened haze,
Filter through decay.
Moonstruck children indisposed,
Malignant culture thriving on.

Pyramid with 1000 steps
Bricks of obsidian glimmering
Carved with ruins
Occult fire burning within

Lens of quartz reflect the nightsky
1000 Anchorites in their solitude
Witness new constellations coalesce

Behold the vastness and sorrow of this empty land
A dark and fell rider clad in garments of shadow
Is the lord of this place
A cruel and wanton king,
A priest of a black religion is he

The hoof beat of the rider's steed pound a mournful drumbeat upon the dry cracked earth
To this rhythm the world moves

Yes, to the darkest place that we know
Outside of the rider's domain
To the heart of the wood
To the hidden places beyond the briar thickets

The dance must begin as dusk gathers around

Our skin drum and rattle

You point shattered mirror at the world
and mock those who tempt you
but you most of all aren't afraid of what you might see, in the rest/grass/breast...
The power of your faith, [?]... the ⬥power of everlasting faith, [?]
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I wish you'd say I love you for your intensities,

The torment has ended
the beast has done his work
Great fires rage outside of this wooded sanctuary

But soon they will be quenched by a purifying rain
the embers of the ceremonial fire burn to ash

A new warmth stirs within the center of the earth

in the forest darkness we embrace why do these things never want to stay here for long
silver stars light up your hair melt my hate away in the moonlight's (sic) brilliance in the forest
darkness we gaze why do these things never want to stay here for long we [s]it on thrones
that course with life melt my hate away in the moonlights brilliance
We meld in our hibernation Icelandic ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation
your warmth is sweat (sic) but winters (sic) ending she dawns her armor forged of moonlight feline
eyes flash with ancient knowledge along with a sadness the mourning of her ransacked
temples she could ruin you all if if she wanted softly whispering serrated truths into the

Lay your corpse upon a nest of oak leaves
Wrapped in a star shroud repent your flesh
A shadow child dissolves

Meditate in a den of skins and straight poles
A sacred fire of madrone burns eternally
In a circle of turquoise and serpentine
Whisper the prayer of transformation

Teutonic initiate
Cold naked and fearful
Set upon by wild beasts
Starving and forlorn
Lineage of kings lords of battle

A temple of wet earth
And rough stones erected in haste

Redness in the east beyond the mountain
The Wheel begins to turn anew
Turning ever towards the Sun
Garlands adorn a chariot, aflame
Blood runs from the flank of a wounded stag
Turning inwards, all beings bow low
Unconcealed she flies
Then hidden by snow

She draws her weapon elegantly and places it upon her lips
Now her words shine the Red and the scent of roses
Come let her take you by her little white hands
And guide you to the fields of calla lilies
Let the fiery reds muffle your eyes
Inspect her neck and see all the precious ornaments
You know you're going to be the one in the middle of her chest.
The one between her breasts as she stands over you in complete confidence.

In the place of abundant life and constant song
Through pores of trees spoke ancient time
And how we can know this now
These patterns tumble through our minds
Refracting themselves through this warm prism
And are found projected and manifested
In this arching dome
Here, we come to pray