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Darkness Like Light
- Darkness Like Light -
Before the gate unfathomable I stand, to feel the thrill…
And so I pass beyond the ancient threshold so oft silent.
Into the heart of velvet darkness: grief and rage to kill…
No hourglass, to chart of a single mortal hour’s ascent.
I came to regions under the Abyss, to the endless water.
Then, into that shimmer I gazed, your eyes gazing back.
I saw therein my true self, my own spirit burning hotter,
Clad in silken gowns, garments of darkness, ebon black.
I know not what I ever could have sought in the old ruins…
Perhaps I was seeking of the reason, for man’s madness!
But long I tarried there in shadow, lost, and utterly lonely.
Perhaps I was, after a fashion, atoning for all my past sins,
Or, contemplating new ones yet untried, in silent sadness!
And that is when I saw standing near me a maid, comely.
Just a gentle young girl with clear eyes as blue as the sky,
And whose long, soft hair was golden, as the sun’s rays…
With her voice being too perfect in melody, to ever deny.
But, in such an innocent guise, the Devil hunts and preys!
Like a wraith made into form of flesh, out of perdition!
In that image so you had made me, in dark magic born,
Or reborn, into a fairer form of your maddest creation!
I descend further, blowing on the old summoning horn:
Known only to the lords and ladies with a darkest soul,
A soul: as to make the damned shed flesh, as clothing…
I shed the weakest part of my fears, with great control.
My will, allows me to withstand the pains of becoming!
It is said she lives in places so mysterious, even desolate,
As that ancient forgotten temple, which I was exploring…
But in this modern age of simple reason no one believes!
The girl walked towards me with a manner so desperate,
Whilst several harmonious blended voices came poring…
From that sweet, angelic face that with its’ ease deceives.
And, into those deepest blue eyes, I hypnotically gazed…
Made blindly at east to any true peril by beautiful singing.
I felt such spiritual adoration, that it made me one dazed,
As I knelt before her, my profound piety thusly bringing!
One with the emerald fire was I: a truly great burden!
The souls of dead sorcerers beheld and so of old saw,
The way I so overcame, the holy flame’s great warden.
At my whisper, she left idle her sharply hidden claw!
Forbidden knowledge: that stuff, of long lost legends,
I have learned the truths of, in the black arcane lore.
And through that gate, where that terrible path ends,
I have gone bodily; and so shall venture, never more!
She was a spirit of the light so pure that must be divine,
But within that light was a much more refined darkness.
And within that dark, a second light of wanton rapture!
I embraced her unleashed power; I had made it mine…
Letting all her will, vanquish all of my mortal weakness.
For we were spirits as can be called kindred in nature!
Once, I feared the dark, but I fear the dark no longer.
Its’ secret reptilian mind, was not quite so alien to me,
But so familiar to my memory, it makes me stronger…
For the darkness, like light, helps us more clearly see.
Before the gate unfathomable I stand, to feel the thrill…
And so I pass beyond the ancient threshold so oft silent.
Into the heart of velvet darkness: grief and rage to kill…
No hourglass, to chart of a single mortal hour’s ascent.
I came to regions under the Abyss, to the endless water.
Then, into that shimmer I gazed, your eyes gazing back.
I saw therein my true self, my own spirit burning hotter,
Clad in silken gowns, garments of darkness, ebon black.
I know not what I ever could have sought in the old ruins…
Perhaps I was seeking of the reason, for man’s madness!
But long I tarried there in shadow, lost, and utterly lonely.
Perhaps I was, after a fashion, atoning for all my past sins,
Or, contemplating new ones yet untried, in silent sadness!
And that is when I saw standing near me a maid, comely.
Just a gentle young girl with clear eyes as blue as the sky,
And whose long, soft hair was golden, as the sun’s rays…
With her voice being too perfect in melody, to ever deny.
But, in such an innocent guise, the Devil hunts and preys!
Like a wraith made into form of flesh, out of perdition!
In that image so you had made me, in dark magic born,
Or reborn, into a fairer form of your maddest creation!
I descend further, blowing on the old summoning horn:
Known only to the lords and ladies with a darkest soul,
A soul: as to make the damned shed flesh, as clothing…
I shed the weakest part of my fears, with great control.
My will, allows me to withstand the pains of becoming!
It is said she lives in places so mysterious, even desolate,
As that ancient forgotten temple, which I was exploring…
But in this modern age of simple reason no one believes!
The girl walked towards me with a manner so desperate,
Whilst several harmonious blended voices came poring…
From that sweet, angelic face that with its’ ease deceives.
And, into those deepest blue eyes, I hypnotically gazed…
Made blindly at east to any true peril by beautiful singing.
I felt such spiritual adoration, that it made me one dazed,
As I knelt before her, my profound piety thusly bringing!
One with the emerald fire was I: a truly great burden!
The souls of dead sorcerers beheld and so of old saw,
The way I so overcame, the holy flame’s great warden.
At my whisper, she left idle her sharply hidden claw!
Forbidden knowledge: that stuff, of long lost legends,
I have learned the truths of, in the black arcane lore.
And through that gate, where that terrible path ends,
I have gone bodily; and so shall venture, never more!
She was a spirit of the light so pure that must be divine,
But within that light was a much more refined darkness.
And within that dark, a second light of wanton rapture!
I embraced her unleashed power; I had made it mine…
Letting all her will, vanquish all of my mortal weakness.
For we were spirits as can be called kindred in nature!
Once, I feared the dark, but I fear the dark no longer.
Its’ secret reptilian mind, was not quite so alien to me,
But so familiar to my memory, it makes me stronger…
For the darkness, like light, helps us more clearly see.
Published 8th Jan 2012
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