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*Dreams Are euphony Of thought, Of heart, Of body, Of the splendid, Of the soul, (Unbinding our once Spectral Fates           That spiraled down The Keys of Life Tainted by The Greatest of Dissonance) My Redolent Reverie, Sweetened by Mellifluous Nectar Tides Of cherished moments Steeped for eons In our Carnal yearnings Are made anew By the Cosmogonist’s Hands Of Eternity (O, for I Doth doven the skies, That the Incendiary Wings Of the Auburn Pheonix Imbue me With the Souls Acquisition Of Golden Pinions                       Of the Thew of Vitality). Captive visions, Slumber in My Azure Dreamer’s Chest Engraved with The Insignia of Archaic Fates Upon it’s Starry Epidermis Till skies fall To the Terrene And The Luminaries Shall rest Betwixt The palms of my hands (O, for then This Juggernaut of a Man That I am Shall Effloresce Ceasing to be      That Loveless Sentinel, The Guardian over The Bastion Heart He fathoms Impregnable) .Ensorcelled Butterflies Radiate Lovelit Lavender Light Upon that Astral Parcel, Lulling my weary eyes By the Sovereignty of Monarchial Wings Vanquishing the doubts Once blurring My Kaleidoscopic Dreams (Life’s Iridescent Seal Branded upon My forehead And etherealizing My exhalations                     Till crystalline) My sullied heart Pulses shadowed winds (The Sweeping Gales of Solemnity) Without the Blissful Kiss of Cadence Resonating an Ebony surge Deeper, Than first octave tonality Of abyssal timbre. I beseech you, Unfurl those forested eyes My Desiderata Materialista, That I may Drinketh of your Emerald Streams, Ineffably Pristine. (For then I shall be Spirited away       To Eden, My existence      Shall become Nirvanic Transcendence) To pine is a pang, To envisage Is to breath. Perhaps that Is the only solace My feeble soul Can bear, Without you. By your alabaster skin Vein my eyes With luminescence. With your tender caress Saunter my Voracious skin. Weave my Chrysalis, By your Susurrant voice. Cocoon me In your Flawless serenade, That I metamorphose Bearing the Sacrosanct Wings of Phantasmagoria And The Melisma of Your Piety. Pearlescent blood Floweth within me, Like baptismal rain, As I muse When you alight Once more In my Cosmos. I am yours, Floral Fallal. ~Our fears are the burdens     Of the Vestige of the Past,       A hollow cry        That fights to exist          In a zeitgeist            That flowers               Quicker than                 Our hearts know how to beat.                                                 Unfurl your Gates                            To the Arbiter of Fates,                               Unearth the Hallowed Crystals                                  Of your Garnetiferous Passion                                     That takes shape                                         Because you…                                O, Stalwart Knight,                                     You were cosmic                                          Like myriad raindrops,                                            Mystic echoes                                               Emancipating your spirit                                                  From the trepidation                                                          Of the mortal kind.                                                    Evolve,                                                                             Evanesce,                                                                             For to be Ephemeral                                                                        Means to conquer                                   That Magisterial Oblivion.                                                             Se’lah.~*
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
The Sacrosanct Wings of Phantasmagoria (Originally Written on September 4th, 2016)
*Dreams Are euphony Of thought, Of heart, Of body, Of the splendid, Of the soul, (Unbinding our once Spectral Fates           That spiraled down The Keys of Life Tainted by The Greatest of Dissonance) My Redolent Reverie, Sweetened by Mellifluous Nectar Tides Of cherished moments Steeped for eons In our Carnal yearnings Are made anew By the Cosmogonist’s Hands Of Eternity (O, for I Doth doven the skies, That the Incendiary Wings Of the Auburn Pheonix Imbue me With the Souls Acquisition Of Golden Pinions                       Of the Thew of Vitality). Captive visions, Slumber in My Azure Dreamer’s Chest Engraved with The Insignia of Archaic Fates Upon it’s Starry Epidermis Till skies fall To the Terrene And The Luminaries Shall rest Betwixt The palms of my hands (O, for then This Juggernaut of a Man That I am Shall Effloresce Ceasing to be      That Loveless Sentinel, The Guardian over The Bastion Heart He fathoms Impregnable) .Ensorcelled Butterflies Radiate Lovelit Lavender Light Upon that Astral Parcel, Lulling my weary eyes By the Sovereignty of Monarchial Wings Vanquishing the doubts Once blurring My Kaleidoscopic Dreams (Life’s Iridescent Seal Branded upon My forehead And etherealizing My exhalations                     Till crystalline) My sullied heart Pulses shadowed winds (The Sweeping Gales of Solemnity) Without the Blissful Kiss of Cadence Resonating an Ebony surge Deeper, Than first octave tonality Of abyssal timbre. I beseech you, Unfurl those forested eyes My Desiderata Materialista, That I may Drinketh of your Emerald Streams, Ineffably Pristine. (For then I shall be Spirited away       To Eden, My existence      Shall become Nirvanic Transcendence) To pine is a pang, To envisage Is to breath. Perhaps that Is the only solace My feeble soul Can bear, Without you. By your alabaster skin Vein my eyes With luminescence. With your tender caress Saunter my Voracious skin. Weave my Chrysalis, By your Susurrant voice. Cocoon me In your Flawless serenade, That I metamorphose Bearing the Sacrosanct Wings of Phantasmagoria And The Melisma of Your Piety. Pearlescent blood Floweth within me, Like baptismal rain, As I muse When you alight Once more In my Cosmos. I am yours, Floral Fallal. ~Our fears are the burdens     Of the Vestige of the Past,       A hollow cry        That fights to exist          In a zeitgeist            That flowers               Quicker than                 Our hearts know how to beat.                                                 Unfurl your Gates                            To the Arbiter of Fates,                               Unearth the Hallowed Crystals                                  Of your Garnetiferous Passion                                     That takes shape                                         Because you…                                O, Stalwart Knight,                                     You were cosmic                                          Like myriad raindrops,                                            Mystic echoes                                               Emancipating your spirit                                                  From the trepidation                                                          Of the mortal kind.                                                    Evolve,                                                                             Evanesce,                                                                             For to be Ephemeral                                                                        Means to conquer                                   That Magisterial Oblivion.                                                             Se’lah.~*
Hey guys! I've been doing a great deal of experimenting with my writing as of late. This piece is an embodiment of all the introspection, musings, tribulations, and heartbreaks I have experienced as of late. I hope you all can appreciate this piece despite the quasi-obscurant references that I present bereft of explicit detail. The core of this piece lies in the fundamental nature of our dreams, yearnings, and aspirations (as well as the shadows born of the loveless blight). It effloresced it something much greater as I continued to refine it. Hope you guys like! God bless!
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
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