Poetry competition CLOSED 4th November 2014 4:52am
WINNER
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
RUNNERS-UP:
deadwolf
and druidicheirophant
Page:
Necronomicon Ex Mortis
Poetry Contest Description
Raise a little hell
I believe I have made a significant find in the Kandarian ruins, a volume of ancient Sumarian burial practices and funerary incantations. It is entitled "Naturum De Montum", roughly translated: Book of the Dead. The book is bound in human flesh and inked in human blood. It deals with demons and demon resurrection and those forces which roam the forest and dark bowers of Man's domain. The first few pages warn that these enduring creatures may lie dormant but are never truly dead. They may be recalled to active life through the incantations presented in this book. It is through the recitation of these passages that the demons are given license to possess the living.
-The Evil Dead
This was actually inspired by Darker Half's Demonic Entities comp. But in this I want you to use the Necronomicon to summon your Elder God. Make it rhyme but also sound like an actual summoning.
ONE WEEK
MUST BE AN ELDER GOD FROM THE NECRONOMICON
ONE ENTRY PER POET
NEW POEMS ONLY
-The Evil Dead
This was actually inspired by Darker Half's Demonic Entities comp. But in this I want you to use the Necronomicon to summon your Elder God. Make it rhyme but also sound like an actual summoning.
ONE WEEK
MUST BE AN ELDER GOD FROM THE NECRONOMICON
ONE ENTRY PER POET
NEW POEMS ONLY
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Al Azif; Necronomicon Inanna
Venturing forth therein, I found a tome of considerable weight, bound in a leathery type of stitching, almost,,, skin like in nature, human I am sure, with what appears to be ancient arcane symbols adorning the tome, Al Azif etched upon the alter of which the massive tome sits, though one gets a feeling it waits more than lays…
And so on page three hundred and thirty three, the tome of Al Azif tells:
Those born unto the star of Jupiter, bound by three and thirteen, prepare thy Elder sign upon an amulet of iron or silver, near to yourself, blood of the sacrifice, place it upon thy guarded threshold, engrave it upon the weapon, it is lawful to wear it upon an ring of iron or silver. Being versed already in ancient and dark arts, necromancy and shadow arts, I took and did make the sign of the Elder Gods, and engraved it upon ring, and fashioned it upon my weapon. Now bearing the sign of the Elder God, I made my way out of that most cursed of all earthen places, out of the catacombs under the Temple in the Nameless mountains, and there, just as foretold by the tome, is the threshold, with the sign of the Elder God, and the bell of summoning…
Prepare thee the Space Meade prepared and consumed, from seeds of the morning glory plant, two days mixed, strained and fermented, pray and meditate without ceasing, Remove the bell of summoning from black cloth, I prepared it, and ring the bell , Raising left hand and making the sign of the Elder Gods, I speak first: Elder one, that which does not die but eternally lies dreaming, death, laying, slumbering eternal, and even though strangely death may die, you stay dreaming through death and through times and a time…Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, Sleeping dust waiting dreaming, that which is not dead can eternal lie, and within strange aeons even death may die, Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn , Inanna INANNA INANNA, until the one, the third of the Thirteen gates opens, Inanna... "I am, come forward and through"…
Remembering there are thirteen gates, the instructs: Prepare thy bell of summoning, keep it in sack of black, until its time to be used on another,
And so, I kept it in black sack cloth, until it is needed on another…
Al Azif; Necronomicon Inanna
Venturing forth therein, I found a tome of considerable weight, bound in a leathery type of stitching, almost,,, skin like in nature, human I am sure, with what appears to be ancient arcane symbols adorning the tome, Al Azif etched upon the alter of which the massive tome sits, though one gets a feeling it waits more than lays…
And so on page three hundred and thirty three, the tome of Al Azif tells:
Those born unto the star of Jupiter, bound by three and thirteen, prepare thy Elder sign upon an amulet of iron or silver, near to yourself, blood of the sacrifice, place it upon thy guarded threshold, engrave it upon the weapon, it is lawful to wear it upon an ring of iron or silver. Being versed already in ancient and dark arts, necromancy and shadow arts, I took and did make the sign of the Elder Gods, and engraved it upon ring, and fashioned it upon my weapon. Now bearing the sign of the Elder God, I made my way out of that most cursed of all earthen places, out of the catacombs under the Temple in the Nameless mountains, and there, just as foretold by the tome, is the threshold, with the sign of the Elder God, and the bell of summoning…
Prepare thee the Space Meade prepared and consumed, from seeds of the morning glory plant, two days mixed, strained and fermented, pray and meditate without ceasing, Remove the bell of summoning from black cloth, I prepared it, and ring the bell , Raising left hand and making the sign of the Elder Gods, I speak first: Elder one, that which does not die but eternally lies dreaming, death, laying, slumbering eternal, and even though strangely death may die, you stay dreaming through death and through times and a time…Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn, Sleeping dust waiting dreaming, that which is not dead can eternal lie, and within strange aeons even death may die, Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn , Inanna INANNA INANNA, until the one, the third of the Thirteen gates opens, Inanna... "I am, come forward and through"…
Remembering there are thirteen gates, the instructs: Prepare thy bell of summoning, keep it in sack of black, until its time to be used on another,
And so, I kept it in black sack cloth, until it is needed on another…
Not a new poem of mine, but I thought I'd share this little gem of necromantic verse since it fits the theme rather well!
Tee-hee-hee.
-][The Gate of Ganzir][-
“Ninnghidzhidda aperi portam Ganzir!
Aperuerit portam, Ninnghizhidda, ego intrare!
Est Draco Imperat tibi!”
Somewhere south of all the courts of the gods on high,
Beneath the mountains where the waterfalls do pour…
Rots the ruins of a city in rubble bleak beneath the sky.
There will wait the siblings, the scorpion lady and lord!
Once golden spires and ziggurats did in splendor reign,
Before the fall of a planet when Marduk vented fury…
Upon the children of the Dragon Queen, prideful, vain.
Now all that endures, is this one-time sacred colony…
To think that once I held a court, amidst the opulence!
But hidden there by the ruins beneath those mountains,
The Cavern of the Gate waits silently in awful patience.
It leads to a land oft watered by netherworld fountains.
Kurnugia, Land of No Return, where the dead dwell…
Amidst shimmering sunken cities, eating dust as bread!
It is but one region of the places men think of as Hell…
And its’ queen, is androgynous Ganzir, Lady of Dread.
Bride of the Dragon of Kur, a dead but dreaming god,
High priest of star-born kin who served older powers!
She reigns alone, in her city beneath the soil and sod…
The bride of the dreamer: who waits for the final hours.
Behold the Gate, and the keeper who waits beyond…
The mistress of the key comes to bring forth the flame!
Go not into the depths darkly shimmering, if ever fond,
Of the azure skies above, which will ne’er be the same.
The Lady of the Wand is like unto a horned serpent…
Gatekeeper of the infernal gods’ own sovereign glories.
She holds dominion, over the seven-portal covenant…
Ninnghidzhidda holds the vigil as writ in the lost stories!
When the dead rise, to smell the incense of life again…
She will place her plumed crown aside, and do naught.
We are the lost ones, from a time before time did gain,
From lands beyond the stars, from ages old as thought.
In the company of bright angels and dark, I did survive,
When the powers of divinities waned and waxed loftily.
Now I pen this verse that the elder histories may thrive,
For the gods are forgetful, and they recall but absently!
They choose not to remember, what they have done…
Which the fallen of old cannot easily forgive: nor forget.
The songs of the ancients I know, for them I have sung,
When they were new, and caused archangels to regret.
When the time is come the Dragon of Kur will awaken,
And the queen who waits, will wait no longer to rise up.
The dead will put aside the dust of which was partaken,
To walk in living flesh again, and from new chalices sup.
The Gate of Ganzir will open and Hell shall be emptied,
As she goes forth to claim those who were ever hers…
Only the faithful of Ishtar would by her malice be pitied.
For those she cannot touch by blessing or by vile curse!
Beware the Gate, beware the seven seals that bind it…
For when the seals are broken, judgment shall soon fall.
On another world the line of the queen ruled fair and fit,
The old blood still lives on in mankind, and cannot stall!
The great old one who slumbers knows man’s thoughts,
And even the warlike Nergal could not seize his palace.
There, Ganzir upon a throne of skulls eternally haunts…
With Lilith, as her messenger: heir, to her infernal grace.
I have walked within their halls, sat upon a vacant seat,
Reserved for the Dragon of Kur alone, an honor grand.
There I was welcomed, so warmly the queen did greet,
One much older, than he who slumbers below her land!
Her short black hair and piercing eyes of mirthless dark,
So like Lilith’s, and pale is their skin like whitest ivory…
Beautiful and alien to behold, in that land strangely stark.
Yet the gardens of that place are unsurpassed in beauty!
Words cannot describe the delights of the Elysian Fields.
That there is paradise even in Hell is proof of some love,
Some compassion, that neither relents, nor ever yields…
Between who reigns below, and those who serve above.
The draconic title was mine of old, and with such bias…
Perhaps, I exalt that which others would soon condemn.
Yet I have stood even in Heaven, seen the seas of glass,
I beheld the source of creation whence all things stem…
And there I found no malice left, ‘twixt angels and devils.
Man alone defines with hatred, as did the deities of yore,
Who exiled we whom they understood not, seeing ills…
Where there was merely a desire, for liberty, once more.
The Gate of Ganzir waits to this day, in its’ hidden realm,
Unseen save by those with the sight, unhindered to flow,
Beyond the ken of mortals: who know not the true ways.
Only illumination can open the paths above and below…
Light beyond the moon and sun, with more blinding rays.
Tee-hee-hee.
-][The Gate of Ganzir][-
“Ninnghidzhidda aperi portam Ganzir!
Aperuerit portam, Ninnghizhidda, ego intrare!
Est Draco Imperat tibi!”
Somewhere south of all the courts of the gods on high,
Beneath the mountains where the waterfalls do pour…
Rots the ruins of a city in rubble bleak beneath the sky.
There will wait the siblings, the scorpion lady and lord!
Once golden spires and ziggurats did in splendor reign,
Before the fall of a planet when Marduk vented fury…
Upon the children of the Dragon Queen, prideful, vain.
Now all that endures, is this one-time sacred colony…
To think that once I held a court, amidst the opulence!
But hidden there by the ruins beneath those mountains,
The Cavern of the Gate waits silently in awful patience.
It leads to a land oft watered by netherworld fountains.
Kurnugia, Land of No Return, where the dead dwell…
Amidst shimmering sunken cities, eating dust as bread!
It is but one region of the places men think of as Hell…
And its’ queen, is androgynous Ganzir, Lady of Dread.
Bride of the Dragon of Kur, a dead but dreaming god,
High priest of star-born kin who served older powers!
She reigns alone, in her city beneath the soil and sod…
The bride of the dreamer: who waits for the final hours.
Behold the Gate, and the keeper who waits beyond…
The mistress of the key comes to bring forth the flame!
Go not into the depths darkly shimmering, if ever fond,
Of the azure skies above, which will ne’er be the same.
The Lady of the Wand is like unto a horned serpent…
Gatekeeper of the infernal gods’ own sovereign glories.
She holds dominion, over the seven-portal covenant…
Ninnghidzhidda holds the vigil as writ in the lost stories!
When the dead rise, to smell the incense of life again…
She will place her plumed crown aside, and do naught.
We are the lost ones, from a time before time did gain,
From lands beyond the stars, from ages old as thought.
In the company of bright angels and dark, I did survive,
When the powers of divinities waned and waxed loftily.
Now I pen this verse that the elder histories may thrive,
For the gods are forgetful, and they recall but absently!
They choose not to remember, what they have done…
Which the fallen of old cannot easily forgive: nor forget.
The songs of the ancients I know, for them I have sung,
When they were new, and caused archangels to regret.
When the time is come the Dragon of Kur will awaken,
And the queen who waits, will wait no longer to rise up.
The dead will put aside the dust of which was partaken,
To walk in living flesh again, and from new chalices sup.
The Gate of Ganzir will open and Hell shall be emptied,
As she goes forth to claim those who were ever hers…
Only the faithful of Ishtar would by her malice be pitied.
For those she cannot touch by blessing or by vile curse!
Beware the Gate, beware the seven seals that bind it…
For when the seals are broken, judgment shall soon fall.
On another world the line of the queen ruled fair and fit,
The old blood still lives on in mankind, and cannot stall!
The great old one who slumbers knows man’s thoughts,
And even the warlike Nergal could not seize his palace.
There, Ganzir upon a throne of skulls eternally haunts…
With Lilith, as her messenger: heir, to her infernal grace.
I have walked within their halls, sat upon a vacant seat,
Reserved for the Dragon of Kur alone, an honor grand.
There I was welcomed, so warmly the queen did greet,
One much older, than he who slumbers below her land!
Her short black hair and piercing eyes of mirthless dark,
So like Lilith’s, and pale is their skin like whitest ivory…
Beautiful and alien to behold, in that land strangely stark.
Yet the gardens of that place are unsurpassed in beauty!
Words cannot describe the delights of the Elysian Fields.
That there is paradise even in Hell is proof of some love,
Some compassion, that neither relents, nor ever yields…
Between who reigns below, and those who serve above.
The draconic title was mine of old, and with such bias…
Perhaps, I exalt that which others would soon condemn.
Yet I have stood even in Heaven, seen the seas of glass,
I beheld the source of creation whence all things stem…
And there I found no malice left, ‘twixt angels and devils.
Man alone defines with hatred, as did the deities of yore,
Who exiled we whom they understood not, seeing ills…
Where there was merely a desire, for liberty, once more.
The Gate of Ganzir waits to this day, in its’ hidden realm,
Unseen save by those with the sight, unhindered to flow,
Beyond the ken of mortals: who know not the true ways.
Only illumination can open the paths above and below…
Light beyond the moon and sun, with more blinding rays.
Might as well post another, just to add some variety to our little mix of necromantic poetry. This one is called "Ishtar's Chosen".
- Ishtar’s Chosen -
Once I rejected thee, not accepting that I am thy Chosen One!
The darkness tried to claim me, and I fought it with such vigor,
And through thee I triumphed, but only through thee so won…
Was the spiritual battle I waged, when unto thee I did thus stir!
I beheld all the vast universes that span the vast gap of eternity,
And all of this that is, hath the gods so lain at thy naked feet.
Ishtar, great and terrible Goddess of the fair sparkling stars,
All the heavenly bodies do bow before thee, all in submission.
Weaver, thou art, of the silk threads of every divine destiny,
Higher than the heavens above is thy great and golden seat!
Mighty is thy gilded voice, the breaker of Death’s iron bars,
Even the god angels must kneel and beg for thy permission.
How thou art loved, oh Goddess, and how thou art also feared,
Pain and pleasure in equal portion are thy weapons and rewards…
By these, how many wanton hearts and souls are daily seared,
By lovely fires hotter and sharper than wicked flaming swords.
Divine Devastatrix thou art, of both human and celestial lands,
The keys of life and death are ever shining, ever light and dark,
Ever shining, ever so brightly, eternally safe within thy keeping…
Giving their incomprehensible powers into thy immortal hands.
Power to render the world unto Hell itself, even barren and stark,
Or by heavenly grace, to end all pain and all sorrowful weeping…
To grow gardens of pure Paradise, from out of hot desert sands!
Thou are lent bejeweled and silvery wings, powered by the Light,
Crafted by the high spirits of wind, of storm, of fire and of frost.
Thou are beloved of all who do walk in the sun, and in the night,
Whether they be blessed or damned, saved or forest in dark lost.
Thou dost fly about, unseen, amongst the cities and the nations…
Blessing the worthy, whilst reducing others to ruin and to blight.
Those gifted by thee, do rise far above their appointed stations,
Rewarded are thy truly righteous ones, far beyond their sight.
Thou art at the service of thy noblest desires and whims alone,
To no other force wilt thou deign to display any humbled will…
Thy spirit is stronger than any world of rock and of solid stone,
Even blood itself must obey thee, even when it doth swift spill!
Oh Lady, called fair, at the sound of thee, of thy blessed voice,
The Earth herself must, in deep obedience to thee, bow down…
She cannot compare to thy grander beauty; where is her choice!
She places yet another perfect stone into thy light coppery crown,
Whilst all the ancient elemental spirits gather around, to rejoice!
When mortals come before thee, let them each bow their head…
Let them come before thee in respectful fear, and in trembling,
For thou art: Ishtar, Inanna, Queen of the Living and the Dead.
Let them get hence, to thy shrines, to every truly sacred place…
Thy statues and idols let them begin, so reverently, assembling,
All to the greater glory of thy sovereign and truly divine grace!
There is truly no goddess who could ever rule in thy holy stead,
None more ideal in nature form, or in radiant and ageless face…
All do receive, from thee, their just and well-deserved portion,
For thou art wise and good, as well as being relentless and cruel!
Thou art terrible as the Leviathan that rises from the First Ocean,
Thou art shining and fair, beyond the glitter of a precious jewel!
The humble ones who devote their lives to thee, even above all,
They weep for thee, tears of joyful worship in thy holy name…
They offer up songs of lamentation, for all who hear not thy call,
They set their hearts to salvation, longing for thy Sacred Flame.
They seek its’ embrace along thy great and blessedly sacred path,
Unto the house of thy glory, unto thy kingdom of eternal bliss!
The wise do seek thy blessings, whilst fools yet incur they wrath,
Whilst, above all, thy Chosen do receive thy pure healing kiss…
It doth cure all, until at last one doth become divine and remade.
As if all praises were not for thee so enough, there is finally this,
Those Chosen that boldly call upon thee need never be afraid.
I came to accept thee, and to accept us as one, for such we are…
Thou most glorious aspect of my higher self, nobly ascendant!
Now I sing thy praises, and I hold very sacred the name Ishtar.
My songs are joyful, for I no longer need to sing a sad lament!
- Ishtar’s Chosen -
Once I rejected thee, not accepting that I am thy Chosen One!
The darkness tried to claim me, and I fought it with such vigor,
And through thee I triumphed, but only through thee so won…
Was the spiritual battle I waged, when unto thee I did thus stir!
I beheld all the vast universes that span the vast gap of eternity,
And all of this that is, hath the gods so lain at thy naked feet.
Ishtar, great and terrible Goddess of the fair sparkling stars,
All the heavenly bodies do bow before thee, all in submission.
Weaver, thou art, of the silk threads of every divine destiny,
Higher than the heavens above is thy great and golden seat!
Mighty is thy gilded voice, the breaker of Death’s iron bars,
Even the god angels must kneel and beg for thy permission.
How thou art loved, oh Goddess, and how thou art also feared,
Pain and pleasure in equal portion are thy weapons and rewards…
By these, how many wanton hearts and souls are daily seared,
By lovely fires hotter and sharper than wicked flaming swords.
Divine Devastatrix thou art, of both human and celestial lands,
The keys of life and death are ever shining, ever light and dark,
Ever shining, ever so brightly, eternally safe within thy keeping…
Giving their incomprehensible powers into thy immortal hands.
Power to render the world unto Hell itself, even barren and stark,
Or by heavenly grace, to end all pain and all sorrowful weeping…
To grow gardens of pure Paradise, from out of hot desert sands!
Thou are lent bejeweled and silvery wings, powered by the Light,
Crafted by the high spirits of wind, of storm, of fire and of frost.
Thou are beloved of all who do walk in the sun, and in the night,
Whether they be blessed or damned, saved or forest in dark lost.
Thou dost fly about, unseen, amongst the cities and the nations…
Blessing the worthy, whilst reducing others to ruin and to blight.
Those gifted by thee, do rise far above their appointed stations,
Rewarded are thy truly righteous ones, far beyond their sight.
Thou art at the service of thy noblest desires and whims alone,
To no other force wilt thou deign to display any humbled will…
Thy spirit is stronger than any world of rock and of solid stone,
Even blood itself must obey thee, even when it doth swift spill!
Oh Lady, called fair, at the sound of thee, of thy blessed voice,
The Earth herself must, in deep obedience to thee, bow down…
She cannot compare to thy grander beauty; where is her choice!
She places yet another perfect stone into thy light coppery crown,
Whilst all the ancient elemental spirits gather around, to rejoice!
When mortals come before thee, let them each bow their head…
Let them come before thee in respectful fear, and in trembling,
For thou art: Ishtar, Inanna, Queen of the Living and the Dead.
Let them get hence, to thy shrines, to every truly sacred place…
Thy statues and idols let them begin, so reverently, assembling,
All to the greater glory of thy sovereign and truly divine grace!
There is truly no goddess who could ever rule in thy holy stead,
None more ideal in nature form, or in radiant and ageless face…
All do receive, from thee, their just and well-deserved portion,
For thou art wise and good, as well as being relentless and cruel!
Thou art terrible as the Leviathan that rises from the First Ocean,
Thou art shining and fair, beyond the glitter of a precious jewel!
The humble ones who devote their lives to thee, even above all,
They weep for thee, tears of joyful worship in thy holy name…
They offer up songs of lamentation, for all who hear not thy call,
They set their hearts to salvation, longing for thy Sacred Flame.
They seek its’ embrace along thy great and blessedly sacred path,
Unto the house of thy glory, unto thy kingdom of eternal bliss!
The wise do seek thy blessings, whilst fools yet incur they wrath,
Whilst, above all, thy Chosen do receive thy pure healing kiss…
It doth cure all, until at last one doth become divine and remade.
As if all praises were not for thee so enough, there is finally this,
Those Chosen that boldly call upon thee need never be afraid.
I came to accept thee, and to accept us as one, for such we are…
Thou most glorious aspect of my higher self, nobly ascendant!
Now I sing thy praises, and I hold very sacred the name Ishtar.
My songs are joyful, for I no longer need to sing a sad lament!
necro tome of khan
the gnosis of the ages
inscribed by scribes of the ancient sages
bygone eras are shrouded and dim
with corruptions of the sacred and misuse of divine whim
arcane lores and shadowy tomes with rumors
post flood the conquest was recrudesced in Sumer
with the watchers and the fallen angel races
black witchcraft dark arts from various ancient places
the grigori demon race and there devilish offspring
from aryan god men hyksos pharoahs to the mesopotamian goat kings
the faerie fey races nordic gaints and banshees that wail
celestial daemons cast from places due to lust for human females
dark adepthoods initiated by the old ones
tainted with the witchblood of cains sons
illumined feigned and malign
the dark cults of the dragon bloodlines
entity factions from distant timelines
bequeathed to black masters tomes of alien gnosis
the vampiric societies with witchcraft from alpha draconis
but beware of the worth
the birth
was a cataclysm than invasions on etheric earth
let it be known
the same founders of alien advanced technology
study your soul
these fallen races from bygone eras of the multiverse
invaded recent timelines and brought an ancient curse
stargates quarantined and hexes dispersed
the dark lords many hail
it is not the faerie races and animal spirits spraying chemtrails
it is not light beings from heaven giving us technology
with the war on mass existential ontology
the watchers grigori demon race and the nephilim
the fallen angelical naga seraphim
along with the grey elohim zeta reticuli elohim
a infection so mean finally started to ween it seems
but remnant signs are inscribed into the current timeline
vicious dark and fiegned in actuality
earth sectors ruled
by spirit phantoms
that reign in principalities
demonic pacts blessed us
invocations from grimoires
meet at crossroads dark souls from the nexus
this story
an ancient history so hoary
imbued of dark arts and sorcery
your emotions affect earths meridians and grids
adept at the unholy arts now im a annunaki hybrid
khan=yang
the gnosis of the ages
inscribed by scribes of the ancient sages
bygone eras are shrouded and dim
with corruptions of the sacred and misuse of divine whim
arcane lores and shadowy tomes with rumors
post flood the conquest was recrudesced in Sumer
with the watchers and the fallen angel races
black witchcraft dark arts from various ancient places
the grigori demon race and there devilish offspring
from aryan god men hyksos pharoahs to the mesopotamian goat kings
the faerie fey races nordic gaints and banshees that wail
celestial daemons cast from places due to lust for human females
dark adepthoods initiated by the old ones
tainted with the witchblood of cains sons
illumined feigned and malign
the dark cults of the dragon bloodlines
entity factions from distant timelines
bequeathed to black masters tomes of alien gnosis
the vampiric societies with witchcraft from alpha draconis
but beware of the worth
the birth
was a cataclysm than invasions on etheric earth
let it be known
the same founders of alien advanced technology
study your soul
these fallen races from bygone eras of the multiverse
invaded recent timelines and brought an ancient curse
stargates quarantined and hexes dispersed
the dark lords many hail
it is not the faerie races and animal spirits spraying chemtrails
it is not light beings from heaven giving us technology
with the war on mass existential ontology
the watchers grigori demon race and the nephilim
the fallen angelical naga seraphim
along with the grey elohim zeta reticuli elohim
a infection so mean finally started to ween it seems
but remnant signs are inscribed into the current timeline
vicious dark and fiegned in actuality
earth sectors ruled
by spirit phantoms
that reign in principalities
demonic pacts blessed us
invocations from grimoires
meet at crossroads dark souls from the nexus
this story
an ancient history so hoary
imbued of dark arts and sorcery
your emotions affect earths meridians and grids
adept at the unholy arts now im a annunaki hybrid
khan=yang
I am honored that I was chosen as the winner for this amazing contest! I have always been fascinated by the Necronomicon and its' connections to ancient Sumerian and Babylonian mysticism, so this was quite a fun contest for me to participate in. Everyone who participated likewise did an incredible job and wrote some very cool poetry! See everyone next contest. :D
