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Cunning Linguist May 2018
I've passed the space of mortals;
Within the abyss, a hidden path
Entries into sacred dimensions
Summoning,
Channeling my vessel

I've stood between these portals;
Constantly entwined,
Fused with the stars
Figuring out the past/ the spirits      
Entering, mentoring my purpose

Haunted by extinct forces ~
Modulating sequences of
energy, forming around me
The key to finding power;
Lost within this hostile fabric

Grasp the relic, seize it's secrets
How did the light commence? Tell me!
Grasp the relic, that which you seek will guide you

Cursed craft,
Conjures horror through
prophecy
Ripped from texts of grimoires

Haunts the mind;
Insight from the lost
I can see
Storm clouds emanating

Rays
Illuminate
My foundation

Break confines,
My birthright iminent
Manifest:
Channel through higher levels

Space and time
Warped by my intention
Transcend death
Awaken the ascension

As was foretold,
Enter the shadow

Dimensions -
Clashing at my will
Star clusters,
Cascading toward new realms

Orisons -
Structuring the suns
Galaxies,
Altering from my plight

Lure ~
Harvest spirits
From realms beyond
https://subnuba.bandcamp.com/album/invocatus

Realized I never updated this from a draft o_O
©Subnuba 2017
Victor Lampert Jun 2013
suddenly, I understand
or at least, I think I do
it's all a terrific joke
we all laugh on the foresight
of our iminent end

"Future... what future?"
What do they know?
Absolutely nothing
I'm not alone
I have my shadow
and when the hour comes
we'll laugh ourselves to tears.

No future for us.
niamh May 2015
The first rays of watery light
The birds strike up a chorus
And the flowers tilt their faces towards the sky.
Little cherubs in their cots
Roll plump fists over sleepy eyes.
Dreams pack their bags ready to depart
And stars blow kisses towards
An iminent exit.
The world holds its breath
In eager anticipation.
The sun, in all its blazing glory
Announces the dawning of a new day
A day full of hope
A day full of love
A day full
A day.
All that's missing is the drum roll

— The End —