"He placed at the feet of the world"

He placed at the feet of the world tinder to which he would set alight a blaze as fierce as the sun. An inferno that would climb the trunk of the earth up toward its decrepit crown. To the head of the beast and its impregnable cerebrum. With the fire from which he had birthed anew he would ignite every plane and every sphere. Such was his: a mad design of psychic science, aeons-old yet nascent in this existence, at long last coiled to the realm of the corporeal.

"There were just words"

There were just words; they had no real meaning. Just a random assortment of sounds and utterances, like the scattering of stardust that follows the death of a sun. But to him they were everything. They defined the very reality in which he stood. They held him together, sealing the seams of his mind and buttressing his will and conation. He would have been lost, would have been nothing, without words, without his words. And there was nothing more in the world that he desired than to bestow them to another, as a gift parcelled by his trembling hands with the entirety of his love.

Love in the Time of War

Coming careering back from the battlefield
with wounds bloody and firm hand on steel,
the Devil himself could not hold back my love.

'Midst the cacophony of war and the rage thereof
it was you that I dreamt of nightly in the fearful cold;
it was you who kept the light burning, kept me bold.

I hacked and slashed and cut innumerous men down
for an unseen king, but I only ever will bow to your crown.
My Queen, I gift to you my life entire and my soul.

For it is by your love alone can I ever atone,
Can I ever forget the disfigured faces in the dark,
Those that have left in me bloodlust's hideous mark

M.M. — 17-Jan-2016

"The moon rose" [Incomplete]

The moon rose like a portent of
Doom for those blind as I
Who bereft of light and unpolluted mind
Roamed grief-stricken and bare
Neath Luna's spiteful glare
In wood and mire like a dire vampire

A ghoul wanton and wayward
Knowing not toward what I flew
Whereupon I come upon
A mere of black icy water
That sung to me as strongly as
Its liquid that stung me as I imbibed

A psychopath's dream drew me in
Down to the depths of malice and sin
Wherein I found a vigour much older than sin
A voice spoke with sibilant note
From that black water under the gleaming moon
Gave me a vision enwreathed in fire
And in my hand all that to which I aspired

M. M.

The Whore of Babylon

So, when She came like benighted night, to topple the Crown of God, I asked, "Why?"

Because I rose a shining and rotten Star, the Great Whore of the World
From gutter and pit, to a kingdom of glass and the marbled faceless
Child of nothing, begotten from nothing, and now Aught and All
Venus-anointed and Gaia-born—a helm of razor-locks, weaponed with a spear—
A spear, a phalanx, a staff, a rod: an Arm erect and unsheathed
Because I tore off my shackles, flaying my dimmed flesh
Which now glimmers in the face of the downing Sun
Shimmering in blood and dripping with the sweat of my sex
What was my course if not this? A Helen who prized herself
Who chose to stand at the precipice, at the Gate of Damnation
Who now refuses to further regurgitate the vomit of Dogma
Heathen, defiler, wretchedness embodied; once a body, now a Will
She who tore out the Pages, who broke the Tablet
Born in Sin and borne by Sin—
A wayward Star that knew no other course
Than that which was forbidden, hidden and barred
Because I shall place atop my crown the Crown of All-Light
And so be destroyed, destroying with me the whole of the World
I: Whore, Warrior, Woman
Who stands before the Infinite and the Eternal
With but Rage and her everlasting Will
Risen from the desert sands, made of earth and ash
Who now stands at the highest peak
Destroyer of Light, the Bringer of Life
My womb will be the grave of the Word
My victory gestating from the afterbirth
Because I stand, with God, above God, beyond the Universe itself
A being of nothing, that will give birth to the End
All this because I have etched my Fate in the sky-vault above
An Act, by my hand, because I so willed
So it was to be and and so it now is
From a lifeless Death to deathless Life

M. M. — 04-Jan-16