Wherein the runes should speak of your awakening
Myself eclipsed; in tides of darkness, shrouded
For if my only knowing height’s forsaken me
By fate itself, my action found, is clouted

Your magick weaves a tale of legend's stature
In ire, I am besmirched by my affection
Yet, by the open skies, my heart is captured
Sewn to my soul, yore; guide, and my direction

At first, it was in solace I lamented
I'd found my home arrested, thence, herein
Yet, glowering upon thy throne, cemented
My gaze adhered to thee, my heroine

In stark decree, and vying for attention
To coalesce with thee, I seldom whisper
I nary take to me, in, for retention
As ether beckons, beguiled, am I, through fissure

Wrought unto planes ascended, everflowing
Sovereign soul of thine undoing, wild
Wherein altogether cometh, nought is growing
Though godly; Us, it still is but a child

Mine interim; thine own chagrin
To be without what is
As what is outward lies within
And all begotten, His

So cry, do I, to Mother Moon
While in the night you rise
By loneliness, pray, end me soon
Please, take me to the skies


For He, the Sun, is brightly blinding
Why, nocturnal, my life!
Thus, in the light, no sight I'm finding
Only endless strife!

Your mystery; the depth of thee
Ne'er seen before in effulgence
If thine enigma summons me
I shan't be revenant

Ineffable is that which tempts
To be beyond it all
Conceding corpor, to-when, hence
Abandoned is my droll