Diadem of Stars

The somber lands ashen grey

Hid amid entombed trees

The lustre of the moon fell beyond the hinterlands of the sea

As the mind slipped soundly into the thoughts encompassing thee

Unto me dreary dreams

Fell restless in the mind it seemed

There she stood scintillate

Diadem of stars upon thy head

A vestal statue that bade my breath

None other than ichor must run through those veins

How sublime a sight, like a dark woe lifted from me

Be thou ghost or serpent mirage

A trick of death or trick of the gods

The beauty of Freyja herself stood in white dressed

From her lips passed eloquence of prose thought to be lost so long ago

It purified my very soul and invoked visions of Elysian Fields

That sanctified all the deepest desires

Archaic knowledge from her flowed

Clad in white here in a haunted woodland

An image crystalline appeared

The firmament above zenith and all the angels that tenanted there

Could she have fallen from the distant palaces, golden halls immaculate monoliths there?

The mind felled from reason

As she walked no footsteps stirred

Temptress of Belial? Savior or guise?

I saw nothing more than something heart laden histories adored in this descendant of Eve

Taking my hand and o’er hill and marsh I followed

None made a sound

Nothing more save me and thee

The pathway lit by the watches of night

Her presence uplifted my eyes

As the astral maps were enwritten in her ethereal glow

Completely enchanted I felt consciousness

Glide away

A lonesome place for a light as bright as a new snow

Yet here it brightly shown, scaring the dirge of decay from us

Illuminated all around she did

As we arrived at an erosion of scree

A book she handed me her eyes violet then an amethyst not made from man

With the pages I turned, the writings cryptic like that of tantra

Could she be a servant of Vishnu? Or simply seraphim?

New visceral thought gave way to the past virulent ones

She enlightened a pale mind

I spoke the verse, her spectral eyes a flutter

As from the rock a light began to utter

My heart did still a moment than froze entirely

I heard whispers murmured, my very bones shuttered

As she pointed to a sepulcher

My name engraved in a stone above

I begged let no bell toll, the indignant ghost of me, my groan of grief I began to weep

As my eyes turned toward her, thine upturned in such a vast sorrow

There the deepest grave opened

A corpse or revenant, grey skin as clay lay still

Death’s scythe close to throat

I looked up thine eyes still remained but the grave burst forth hands drug me to the ground

I swore to all above, I heard the growling of Baphomet’s hounds

I remain a slave, wandering these woods bleak with darkness’s ink

Rest or peace nothing given, nothing but undead sleep beyond the pale

I made my way into those woods where the repining trees met leaves crisp yet sere

My heart drunk on despair, wounds made deep with absinthe vexed and decrepit

Lost the way to Avalon and as the frost of October returned skin grew weak to its bite

Now here to remain worthless

A reflection of deep darkness sought

Found me first, a woodland coffin cold clay and bone dusted in moss

Odorous stench of the dead forever an endearing thought and event

Lost in the forbidden fathoms, my days spent

The lifeless stars mirrored what I have become

In Nomine Patris Et Filii Et Spiritus Sanctum