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The pantheons demand the poets limn vision ‘Motionless inside dreaming still shores, —I sleep lucid, prismic eternally awake. In the absence of beta waves, alpha —echoes unfold stretching into theta dives’. Galactic chrysanthemums implode tearing— liquid waves into writhing silver storms. A thousand moons of mercury evaporate, reappear and explode into black diamonds spray-painting —cyclopean skies. A supernatural alchemy beseeches, whispering inside —my bloods dying, resurrected—breathing magic that sips from rich ****** rivers; rushing through distant canons of twisting blood vessels; whereupon a billion red cells form aromatic pools— igniting into an endless sea of bellowing fires. ‘Orphic, I am enchanted tasting a sorcerous nature, angels conjuring eyes—burn mortal tinted memory shores, bestowing ashes of what was, what is—the ‘I’ exhumed, —raptly in deaths breath to unseen wisdom’. Dust devils transform into ether crystal blown screens— —bending, jostling, wrapping around nameless fluid planets, luring my eye forth into dimensions lost, pulsing— —only in sirens earendel song. In black diamond stars, ‘spirits dream in frenetic pulses, the cosmic lotus-eaters waiting in sky pearls— —purveyors of ethereal dreaming, poets weaving eternity before mortal life. © ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

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Aug 25, 2019

Aug 25, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC

Dreamscape Black Diamonds

The pantheons demand the poets limn vision ‘Motionless inside dreaming still shores, —I sleep lucid, prismic eternally awake. In the absence of beta waves, alpha —echoes unfold stretching into theta dives’. Galactic chrysanthemums implode tearing— liquid waves into writhing silver storms. A thousand moons of mercury evaporate, reappear and explode into black diamonds spray-painting —cyclopean skies. A supernatural alchemy beseeches, whispering inside —my bloods dying, resurrected—breathing magic that sips from rich ****** rivers; rushing through distant canons of twisting blood vessels; whereupon a billion red cells form aromatic pools— igniting into an endless sea of bellowing fires. ‘Orphic, I am enchanted tasting a sorcerous nature, angels conjuring eyes—burn mortal tinted memory shores, bestowing ashes of what was, what is—the ‘I’ exhumed, —raptly in deaths breath to unseen wisdom’. Dust devils transform into ether crystal blown screens— —bending, jostling, wrapping around nameless fluid planets, luring my eye forth into dimensions lost, pulsing— —only in sirens earendel song. In black diamond stars, ‘spirits dream in frenetic pulses, the cosmic lotus-eaters waiting in sky pearls— —purveyors of ethereal dreaming, poets weaving eternity before mortal life. © ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

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A satin sun breeze softly murmurs, passing a kiss over my breast ──as though a sumptuous gold cloth beckons me forth, dressed for a palace to rest──how pleasing for a queen Shadows dance to a beautiful serenade──laughing at the edge of my eyes, where once I could see you now tiny suns are reflected──in tears dressing my cheeks Wishes, once great outside inside where I held you dear, all swarm like bees to passion fruit blooms hung in a gardens gallery──blushing purple hand painted by suns love Emerald leaves rustle, teasing globules of blood oranges, fading out to dusky pinks readying to pour juice forth, and frilly cream Hibiscus flowers have exploded like go-go dancers ──being naughty Mosaic sun peeled words you built around the wishing fountain, by the steps of poems in my leadlight stained temple dreams, Pomegranates seeds we ate in life’s ****** toil are now trees in the sand The Guava fruits have fallen a pungent perfume fills the air, a reminder──discarded, tilling reflections once of a King on the Nile in my royal Egyptian garden of dreams. ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet by Arnay Rumens) 04/2019

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Apr 3, 2019

Apr 3, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC

The Affair

A satin sun breeze softly murmurs, passing a kiss over my breast ──as though a sumptuous gold cloth beckons me forth, dressed for a palace to rest──how pleasing for a queen Shadows dance to a beautiful serenade──laughing at the edge of my eyes, where once I could see you now tiny suns are reflected──in tears dressing my cheeks Wishes, once great outside inside where I held you dear, all swarm like bees to passion fruit blooms hung in a gardens gallery──blushing purple hand painted by suns love Emerald leaves rustle, teasing globules of blood oranges, fading out to dusky pinks readying to pour juice forth, and frilly cream Hibiscus flowers have exploded like go-go dancers ──being naughty Mosaic sun peeled words you built around the wishing fountain, by the steps of poems in my leadlight stained temple dreams, Pomegranates seeds we ate in life’s ****** toil are now trees in the sand The Guava fruits have fallen a pungent perfume fills the air, a reminder──discarded, tilling reflections once of a King on the Nile in my royal Egyptian garden of dreams. ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet by Arnay Rumens) 04/2019

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Is life a story, is life magick dreaming to love? I gazed up. “Standing below the elephantine magnolia, the ground still bore Tuscany ochre from autumns last kiss.” My eyes solivagant orbs fed on spring’s dews in mourning ──jewellery clinging opulently to her naked form. Dawn chilled the breeze caressing her body as abscission demanded she undressed her emerald gown of leaves. Magenta and cream blooms sprang “loudly” seducing ─ blushing mauve crowned centres, a population of endless figurines perched motionless on aching naked branches. Solomon’s seal burned white within me drunk impending suns arrows, opulent words of silver Verbus diablio kissed in a cauldron of Magnolia words, a banquet for mortals that seek loves gold. A lone spider echoed silence bearing the sigil of Jupiter’s vermillion and white spun striations luffing on the breeze warming. “Magnolia dressed the day ardent in perfumed ── glorious plumes that each set sail across waking skies.” Ablaze I am luscious dreams wrapped in sweet nectar, travelling limbic memories breathing deeply, held captive, wanton within her labyrinths of silk caresses, petals whispering, sweet love as she engulfs my last resolve. In raptures white velvet gown my hem sweeps over gold russet and brittle autumns words forged in winters need for warmth──mind leaves crunching beneath life’s changing seasons, stitched I cling enamoured to mortal honeymoon summered fields. I am the female of sapphire tears twisting, glittering melting ice shards, bequeathed of pained black stars travelled on passionate magick fires, breathed on melodious Roma nights. Rested among the branches a mantel crucified- drunk once more, a bloom held silent in time weeping, exploding fragrant in a coloured soul, a luffing flower creature to life──crowned ──to sun hope thorns. ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

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Dec 9, 2018

Dec 9, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC

Magnolia Ice

Is life a story, is life magick dreaming to love? I gazed up. “Standing below the elephantine magnolia, the ground still bore Tuscany ochre from autumns last kiss.” My eyes solivagant orbs fed on spring’s dews in mourning ──jewellery clinging opulently to her naked form. Dawn chilled the breeze caressing her body as abscission demanded she undressed her emerald gown of leaves. Magenta and cream blooms sprang “loudly” seducing ─ blushing mauve crowned centres, a population of endless figurines perched motionless on aching naked branches. Solomon’s seal burned white within me drunk impending suns arrows, opulent words of silver Verbus diablio kissed in a cauldron of Magnolia words, a banquet for mortals that seek loves gold. A lone spider echoed silence bearing the sigil of Jupiter’s vermillion and white spun striations luffing on the breeze warming. “Magnolia dressed the day ardent in perfumed ── glorious plumes that each set sail across waking skies.” Ablaze I am luscious dreams wrapped in sweet nectar, travelling limbic memories breathing deeply, held captive, wanton within her labyrinths of silk caresses, petals whispering, sweet love as she engulfs my last resolve. In raptures white velvet gown my hem sweeps over gold russet and brittle autumns words forged in winters need for warmth──mind leaves crunching beneath life’s changing seasons, stitched I cling enamoured to mortal honeymoon summered fields. I am the female of sapphire tears twisting, glittering melting ice shards, bequeathed of pained black stars travelled on passionate magick fires, breathed on melodious Roma nights. Rested among the branches a mantel crucified- drunk once more, a bloom held silent in time weeping, exploding fragrant in a coloured soul, a luffing flower creature to life──crowned ──to sun hope thorns. ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

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Two crows black parled over a substance, not pondered, a rare truce over lunch to behold Land Rover’s engine protested, under Adelaide’s January heat Molten felt I, dripping sealed to vinyl’s straight jacket seat Bottle Brushes red explode against hazed blue skies I’m a shutter clicking full speed Yonder down under, palms a few cluttering prongs tussled along gusty winds hot, sweeping up the road An eye side window tinted, lady bugs turned emerald polishing off aphids, on leaves green smiling swarming on tangerine roses Seagulls hina mina rise to plume, a firework of feathers Ole bell tower announced middays service to all Splotch landed magenta a drop on the pane caught through a crystal hung neath the car mirror A tree Maple in church yards grass bequeathed leaves blessing, she covered pavements for yards Glazed and steamed pavements sing and sting Rains surprise drumming kisses song Thinking, I am of thee how long summers can be write once said he, write of me Clad an artist endless colours on eye tipped brushes chanting, paint me, painted by thee Hummed throaty the engine sang, idling Kissing minds am I, life visions to love A canvas, a life church to words painted on pavements, in surprise rain tears By thee in me ©──ASPAR O2018

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Sep 30, 2018

Sep 30, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC

Canvas

Two crows black parled over a substance, not pondered, a rare truce over lunch to behold Land Rover’s engine protested, under Adelaide’s January heat Molten felt I, dripping sealed to vinyl’s straight jacket seat Bottle Brushes red explode against hazed blue skies I’m a shutter clicking full speed Yonder down under, palms a few cluttering prongs tussled along gusty winds hot, sweeping up the road An eye side window tinted, lady bugs turned emerald polishing off aphids, on leaves green smiling swarming on tangerine roses Seagulls hina mina rise to plume, a firework of feathers Ole bell tower announced middays service to all Splotch landed magenta a drop on the pane caught through a crystal hung neath the car mirror A tree Maple in church yards grass bequeathed leaves blessing, she covered pavements for yards Glazed and steamed pavements sing and sting Rains surprise drumming kisses song Thinking, I am of thee how long summers can be write once said he, write of me Clad an artist endless colours on eye tipped brushes chanting, paint me, painted by thee Hummed throaty the engine sang, idling Kissing minds am I, life visions to love A canvas, a life church to words painted on pavements, in surprise rain tears By thee in me ©──ASPAR O2018

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It is implied imagination lives in memory, for I have lived immortal in his memory! Dying sunlight painted translucent gold varnish over tree branches, and leaves wept in cinder as sunlight pierced their flesh Sentient, solemn willows swayed in wind prayers, Deep into her mind forest pagan temples rang as though treasures hailed immortal proclamations upon night The fine chiffon billowed, a mere lambrequin caressing her milky thighs ── the window ajar. Blue and white flowers in knots strewn along vines, appeared violated, twisted valentine creatures, lost in belief on Lupercalia dreams, blaring into the impending night, screaming hungry ── blooms awaiting their opening to moon promises of fertile love The old clock past that sings in tick of dying time ── her mind a bush of stinging nettles, a reminder to pain and wet in flesh. Once married to magical inducements to deaths promise, Pleasures that once sang from his lips, "The song of sunsets elixir”, An unparalleled potency to release mortal time ‘Awake in Malarian dreaming immortal ── writhing in fragrant silent purple hazes of love that vanishes. She waited across violet poppies and crimson bride orchids on mortal memories. “I can taste you” came from her full lips, finely cracked with need, In the parlour poised, dreaming ardent dreams The moon glinted off the lake beyond, invoking querulous images, Swirling, roaming a prayer in black laughed, escaping the dead air about him A battalion of flowers hung in nights trees, opulent reminiscent to Victorian chandeliers. His aurelo radiated black from a jewelled crown, mesmerized she gazed ── He blew quietus, a cold gust of emptiness & neglect, the candles restless flickering ceased, his tines glinting by moon lights silver smile His breath bore a spice, and a mild coolness encircled her waist, arms raised, a kiss he placed to each her wrists Reverent, passionately he bit consuming, gorging in lust Her mind danced in sparkled delight, Springs first ****** shoots sped across time and, watercolour smears of emerald splashed earth in communion, between life and death, between death and life, she took her last breath. She listened to his shatter, ‘into black shards his ‘obsidian motion tore into night’ A black fire star stained across amaranthine skies, touching, delicately bleeding into mortal dreams in poets and writers It is said, “Love bites but once in true love” ──Unto death shall we once again meet immortal “In just one piece, poetry we bite”. ©ASPAR S2018(A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC

Varnished Immortal

It is implied imagination lives in memory, for I have lived immortal in his memory! Dying sunlight painted translucent gold varnish over tree branches, and leaves wept in cinder as sunlight pierced their flesh Sentient, solemn willows swayed in wind prayers, Deep into her mind forest pagan temples rang as though treasures hailed immortal proclamations upon night The fine chiffon billowed, a mere lambrequin caressing her milky thighs ── the window ajar. Blue and white flowers in knots strewn along vines, appeared violated, twisted valentine creatures, lost in belief on Lupercalia dreams, blaring into the impending night, screaming hungry ── blooms awaiting their opening to moon promises of fertile love The old clock past that sings in tick of dying time ── her mind a bush of stinging nettles, a reminder to pain and wet in flesh. Once married to magical inducements to deaths promise, Pleasures that once sang from his lips, "The song of sunsets elixir”, An unparalleled potency to release mortal time ‘Awake in Malarian dreaming immortal ── writhing in fragrant silent purple hazes of love that vanishes. She waited across violet poppies and crimson bride orchids on mortal memories. “I can taste you” came from her full lips, finely cracked with need, In the parlour poised, dreaming ardent dreams The moon glinted off the lake beyond, invoking querulous images, Swirling, roaming a prayer in black laughed, escaping the dead air about him A battalion of flowers hung in nights trees, opulent reminiscent to Victorian chandeliers. His aurelo radiated black from a jewelled crown, mesmerized she gazed ── He blew quietus, a cold gust of emptiness & neglect, the candles restless flickering ceased, his tines glinting by moon lights silver smile His breath bore a spice, and a mild coolness encircled her waist, arms raised, a kiss he placed to each her wrists Reverent, passionately he bit consuming, gorging in lust Her mind danced in sparkled delight, Springs first ****** shoots sped across time and, watercolour smears of emerald splashed earth in communion, between life and death, between death and life, she took her last breath. She listened to his shatter, ‘into black shards his ‘obsidian motion tore into night’ A black fire star stained across amaranthine skies, touching, delicately bleeding into mortal dreams in poets and writers It is said, “Love bites but once in true love” ──Unto death shall we once again meet immortal “In just one piece, poetry we bite”. ©ASPAR S2018(A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)

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Close your eyes, can you hear dulcet song? Giant emerald palm trees creek in winds answer As though an ocean is breaking over a thousand sea shells ── polishing, enfolding and caressing sun kissed shores Shusssh as rasasvada ascends You are peaceful now? The skies above are painted cerulean-blue silk Pleasantly, you are drunk on rhythmic wave sounds, as you flow on cyan velvet ocean sun sheets balanced on a Caribbean shore Can you smell the salted bouquet? Flawless turquoise sea flowers sway in warm seas── as you think of soft ******* rising and falling to a gentle lovers touch White clams fan their smiles gently licking waters, and Octopi’s purple-blue tentacles silently slide across clear ── silver ocean floors Can you see the rainbow creatures dart into the light beams? Azure waves roll into vibrations emanating in all directions Conjured and rident in oceans magic── spheres oscillate around you, from the veins below to the stratosphere above You rise holding a chalice of sun gold, and silvery worlds of mercury Breathing in the sweet loves breeze, as echoes of golden light in waves tingle along your face, On the upper shores you see peridot buds and emerald leaves ──that linger on translucent blue-green Larimar days The palm tree creeks and the wind answers, Shussh, relax, listen to the rolling sea shells on loves, silvery shores © ──ASPAR (A Sol Poet by Arnay Rumens)160518

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May 16, 2018

May 16, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC

'Dreaming In Larimar'

Close your eyes, can you hear dulcet song? Giant emerald palm trees creek in winds answer As though an ocean is breaking over a thousand sea shells ── polishing, enfolding and caressing sun kissed shores Shusssh as rasasvada ascends You are peaceful now? The skies above are painted cerulean-blue silk Pleasantly, you are drunk on rhythmic wave sounds, as you flow on cyan velvet ocean sun sheets balanced on a Caribbean shore Can you smell the salted bouquet? Flawless turquoise sea flowers sway in warm seas── as you think of soft ******* rising and falling to a gentle lovers touch White clams fan their smiles gently licking waters, and Octopi’s purple-blue tentacles silently slide across clear ── silver ocean floors Can you see the rainbow creatures dart into the light beams? Azure waves roll into vibrations emanating in all directions Conjured and rident in oceans magic── spheres oscillate around you, from the veins below to the stratosphere above You rise holding a chalice of sun gold, and silvery worlds of mercury Breathing in the sweet loves breeze, as echoes of golden light in waves tingle along your face, On the upper shores you see peridot buds and emerald leaves ──that linger on translucent blue-green Larimar days The palm tree creeks and the wind answers, Shussh, relax, listen to the rolling sea shells on loves, silvery shores © ──ASPAR (A Sol Poet by Arnay Rumens)160518

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I have wrung these hands and passionately wept, In the visual hunger of prose, verse and quote Devoured and coveted to bloom in sun star light, A thousand deaths claimed in wanton splendour Passion has long conjured my mind in cosmic province, ascending, descending, I am wet and dry I mourn, O’ I mourn for her beauty in the why? Hidden long in twilight where dragons whisper I shimmer in piteous shudders on lines beautiful to me My eyes brimming dancing with emotions, lost in flow, crystal the ink seeps it's transparent glow Blooming in prose, tight the bud on the tip of the pearl My eye is turning 360 degrees, watching, swirling O’ such youthful sadness, exotic bearing ripe these fruits , ravenous, alive and in deaths other light Claimed in the center, the lotus drifting conscious, a flower bidden to bleed with light ── deliciously seeping ──blooming ink in a poets Iolite light © ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens) 200418

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC

Bloom

I have wrung these hands and passionately wept, In the visual hunger of prose, verse and quote Devoured and coveted to bloom in sun star light, A thousand deaths claimed in wanton splendour Passion has long conjured my mind in cosmic province, ascending, descending, I am wet and dry I mourn, O’ I mourn for her beauty in the why? Hidden long in twilight where dragons whisper I shimmer in piteous shudders on lines beautiful to me My eyes brimming dancing with emotions, lost in flow, crystal the ink seeps it's transparent glow Blooming in prose, tight the bud on the tip of the pearl My eye is turning 360 degrees, watching, swirling O’ such youthful sadness, exotic bearing ripe these fruits , ravenous, alive and in deaths other light Claimed in the center, the lotus drifting conscious, a flower bidden to bleed with light ── deliciously seeping ──blooming ink in a poets Iolite light © ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens) 200418

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In dawn embers lucid eye I have dreamed high on perfumed sands A blaze in passions rufescent dress Bleeding ******** life and violent death Winged a goddess straining higher Drawn to taste sweet waters, dulcet songs On the blue I floated a cast away A lonely spirit shining What thought of leave, promise and wines Hath found me broken-hearted, soul on the knoll Enigmatic carnelian creatures, thro’ fearing my rays Doth call weeping amber and honey Violent violets bloom these crystal swept eyes Lazuli, sliver and gold clad skies possessed in my breast, Sacred mysteries threading impatient words Whetted curious velvet, immortal ****** ──Evermore ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet, Arnay Rumens) 170418

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Apr 17, 2018

Apr 17, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC

A Violet Dream

In dawn embers lucid eye I have dreamed high on perfumed sands A blaze in passions rufescent dress Bleeding ******** life and violent death Winged a goddess straining higher Drawn to taste sweet waters, dulcet songs On the blue I floated a cast away A lonely spirit shining What thought of leave, promise and wines Hath found me broken-hearted, soul on the knoll Enigmatic carnelian creatures, thro’ fearing my rays Doth call weeping amber and honey Violent violets bloom these crystal swept eyes Lazuli, sliver and gold clad skies possessed in my breast, Sacred mysteries threading impatient words Whetted curious velvet, immortal ****** ──Evermore ©ASPAR (A Sol Poet, Arnay Rumens) 170418

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For a witch’s mercury shall burn in the night of day November’s Dark Moon and mists paused fearful of the coming rosicler The season of witch’s silver spun unto the night A solitary witch’s laugh tormented the quivering stars above With each step she dressed in silver sacrament to his death── to life on this night The moors echoed of timed rituals of ole dancing and coveted by white moon satin as though snow suffered upon a long forgotten desert face existing blowing through her in another worlds wind Shadows that once slept in pools of night now whispered dark velvet promises, tantalising her marauding lips ~ The Witch’s Silver Sabbath had begun~ The eleventh window pane glinted dew to frost white in passing her watchful eye as moon silver mist slithered through ominous black and grey clouds Samhain drums vibrated upon the barren moors as veneficium brewed thoughts enchanted nocent wishes turning her chanting fingers to fire smoked obsidian ~Her eyes turned mercury blue through mirrors of time A ravens nocturnal flute pulsed the eleventh beat Ravenous fecundity blistered her mind Liquid blood and silver anointing dreams from afar, caressing her arms as vermillion dusts drift winding her alabaster ankles Sensually, slowly awakening deaths lustful shudders Coptic clans of ole worlds whispered ‘Anoka ng ou kem’e nefer’ I am black and beautiful Khem on this nights breath Ra’s ole demand shimmered like silver a jewelled athame in her hand his mortal life, penance Elegant Catafalgques laid to his Mastaba Cast from Sun to burn as King to appoint all to Amenti The eleventh window pane cracked as she burned white her athame turned eleven times to eleven drops of blood On a bed of fire black roses he rose within her circle Her chalice of amber solanum’s to brim bathing her body in rose ****** sensual arms His sweet violet blackness tasted of Acheron One with the Kings temple of night on the edge of the moor Enigmatic creatures together ──Between worlds to rule forever © ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens) 11/2017

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Nov 5, 2017

Nov 5, 2017 at 4:44 AM UTC

Silver Sabbath

For a witch’s mercury shall burn in the night of day November’s Dark Moon and mists paused fearful of the coming rosicler The season of witch’s silver spun unto the night A solitary witch’s laugh tormented the quivering stars above With each step she dressed in silver sacrament to his death── to life on this night The moors echoed of timed rituals of ole dancing and coveted by white moon satin as though snow suffered upon a long forgotten desert face existing blowing through her in another worlds wind Shadows that once slept in pools of night now whispered dark velvet promises, tantalising her marauding lips ~ The Witch’s Silver Sabbath had begun~ The eleventh window pane glinted dew to frost white in passing her watchful eye as moon silver mist slithered through ominous black and grey clouds Samhain drums vibrated upon the barren moors as veneficium brewed thoughts enchanted nocent wishes turning her chanting fingers to fire smoked obsidian ~Her eyes turned mercury blue through mirrors of time A ravens nocturnal flute pulsed the eleventh beat Ravenous fecundity blistered her mind Liquid blood and silver anointing dreams from afar, caressing her arms as vermillion dusts drift winding her alabaster ankles Sensually, slowly awakening deaths lustful shudders Coptic clans of ole worlds whispered ‘Anoka ng ou kem’e nefer’ I am black and beautiful Khem on this nights breath Ra’s ole demand shimmered like silver a jewelled athame in her hand his mortal life, penance Elegant Catafalgques laid to his Mastaba Cast from Sun to burn as King to appoint all to Amenti The eleventh window pane cracked as she burned white her athame turned eleven times to eleven drops of blood On a bed of fire black roses he rose within her circle Her chalice of amber solanum’s to brim bathing her body in rose ****** sensual arms His sweet violet blackness tasted of Acheron One with the Kings temple of night on the edge of the moor Enigmatic creatures together ──Between worlds to rule forever © ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens) 11/2017

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