Cimmerian Chaos, incediary The Requiem of the Revenant:
Tis I, The Breathing Song Conjuring a vestige, Ensorcelled by what I'd been envisaging.
Maimed by Tempus, The Temporal Arbiter Words reverberating on the wavelength of my soul Left me vibrating desolate and wayworn. Utterances deluging me in the Dominion of Doubt Until I reached a crossroads For perilous was the pilgrimage I peregrinated.
The Penultimate Tribulation has begun And though angst is festering in my flesh, The Sacred Lotus of Dreams has not wilted, Shalt it ever upon the Lake of the Holy Oracle; Elysium of the Soul is awaiting those who are stalwart In the Visage of the Shadows.*
βHallelujahβ
By Sanders M. Foulke III
Two month old free verse poem regarding my own martyrdom and tribulations in the flesh. My iniquities can bring about lightness and sanctity if I so speak it into my life. Surrendering over all suffering, woe, and lamentation over to the Ethereal leads to transcendence of blight and ascendence to Elysium of the Soul. Be encouraged when you suffer, for peril means not ending but genesis. Genesis of wisdom, love, power, justice, endurance, meekness, humility, loyalty, faith, hope, joy, and every other virtue that is His. Any feedback is most appreciated. Enjoy! God bless!