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An Ode to Thou Dearest

Come gather around the crucible now.

Let darkness take its timely bow,

And guise us all into focus.

 

None gather the severity here

Of the test at hand standing shear.

The devil possesses us now.

 

Shan’t we dig our grave at time?

Pass this or death knell shall chime

Of the knowledge of life.

 

Stare into the cauldron of your eyes.

Doth see what thy devil devise,

Stirring within the souls of us?

 

Let the cauldron bubble away,

And reveal a sign of trouble this day

In preparation for the leap of faith.

 

You see your reflection? Yes, it’s true.

If not wise you’ll wish more adieus

And never bother unbroken ice.

 

Gaze the cloud of smoke above

Distort the air into figure of

Into our sorrowful adieu.

 

A mirror around, focus now

You see the stand as you how

Performing upon ritual now.

 

We string and slide away we go

They ice over and this they know

To expand us to eternity.

 

If he yet advance not forth to strike

Then the devil may apply his *****

Upon the relation between.

 

Est thy his work or worker stray?

Thy either way shut out light’s ray

And freeze us all apart.

 

Thy must or need advance the ice

And destroy it while the risky price

Of fragility looms in doom.

 

So gather around the crucible now

Around let the darkness timely bow

And hold none yet the amulet.

 

Gouge thy eyes open of all thee light

And fold into posture and amulet might

Let the dire cold overwhelm.

 

The briskness forces way into

And turns all ye to Pluto’s blue

Without the amulet, thy lay dead.

 

Dive upon thy ice into ye soul alive

And do witness what devil devise

To break and make you ownage.

 

Release unto thy purple stone.

Unto the newer bluer known

And apply yourself true.

 

Xaimon felt, Dvoryin foresaw,

It tries to dissolve boundary law

And cast us into ice.

 

Pythaezuyen cried in horror

And echoed prophecy down the door

Along time’s fabric string:

 

“Our dearest child slain to die

And destruction rise from tears thee cry;

Thy all shall grant impunity.”

 

This demon echoed no remorse

For ye now control thy course

Of this text we take

 

Find the Mystic Circle breaking

The very foundation upon the shaking

Wear the amulet and hear me.

 

           - Cryptous Straevaras

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Written by
gary-w-weasel-jr-1
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Published
Feb 12, 2010
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Written: January 9, 2005

This poem may be hard to understand.  The amulet is a necklace with Amethyst on it, a stone set in deep ritual to help bring the soul to peace and clear the mind and feelings.  The Mystic Circle refers to a group of close friends.

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