Song IV

Inspired by the style of A. A. Nemtheanga of Primordial.

Know that I have always chosen well
Neither glory of Heaven nor savage fury of Hell
I have made my home on every welcoming shore
Broken bread with holy men
And lain with the most loving whore

Tell me what love can teach that hate cannot
Tell me that the wonder in life is absent in death

You see me as the serpent-fiend
Sporting his forked tongue of malignity
You say that my words taste of such acridity
But I see a decaying world so lost
The man-child blindly wanders, so lost

So give me the day
And I shall show you the darkest night
Give me my peace
And watch my war flaunt its terrible might

Though I know not where it is I will be lead
Come step on this broken path that I tread
Watch with me the setting of an ageless sun
The rising of the moon, under which I run

I hail the majestic unknown
And I will go, I will go
I will go even knowing that I must go alone

M.M. — Augustus-September MMXI

Words for a Picture I

To be read alongside 57921 by aleksandra88.

Her elegant clasping that feigns an intention barely impedes the emanation of her fantasy:
Her thoughts are uncaged; her reverie seeps through, into the world.

M.M. — September MMXI