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My Fallen Sister
- My Fallen Sister -
In a place both wild and secret, my feet stole fast away,
My hand clutching the sacred wand of the magus I am…
And past the dark grove where phantom wolves prowl,
I came to the place where first I took my sister’s hand.
Long had passed the veil of dusk, passing was the day,
And in my heart beat the curses of those who condemn.
I cried out in anguish from their mocking: a primal growl!
Where were they now, those so overzealous and bland?
Gone into the memories of my past, into the warm dust…
They could harm me no more, and so my heart was glad.
I was filled with pain and sorrow, and wanton with lust…
From being alone too long, until it had driven me so mad!
The eye that is hidden sees what some never can.
The soul that is ancient knows the great divine plan!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis nonnullus nunquam es validus ut.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo valde divinus intentio!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Upon my head was the circlet, and white were my robes,
As I called forth to an inky sky lit only by countless stars.
Past the mountain that bore witness to my luminous magic,
My cry went up unto those spaces between all the worlds.
And the stars flickered like ever so many brilliant strobes,
As pain vanished from my body, even the oldest of scars!
My call was heard, and my sister, my sister oh so tragic…
She would come to me, in a glow pure as polished pearls.
I knew her most ancient and revered names from her lips,
Spoken unto me when first she had told me my true name.
I longed to hold her in my hands, to feel her lovely hips…
And I longed to bask in the blaze of her everlasting flame!
The eye that is hidden sees what some never will.
The soul that is ancient knows it cannot ever be still!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis nonnullus nunquam mos.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo is can non umquam exsisto etiam!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Just when I thought no answer was to be my true reward,
A pale lady in a crimson gown appeared from the woods.
Black cloak with hood and veil hiding her elfin features…
My sister cast those aside, and the red of her gown shone,
Sparkling like rubies to match her lips that spoke no word.
Her hair the palest blonde that is not tainted by any goods,
Cascaded down the back of this most glorious of creatures.
Her eyes flashed like emeralds; they glowed like the moon!
Above her head, a burning green flame like a fiery nimbus,
And from her back, the six raven wings of the seraphim…
I saw all this, as she reached for me without a fear or fuss,
Drawing me into her arms, and awakening many an old sin.
The eye that is hidden sees what few others would.
The soul that is ancient knows far more than it should!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis pauci alius voluntas.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo recedentia praeter is vadum!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Our eyes met as we flew together to some rugged ruins old,
Where once a house both grand and splendid was raised…
But not all masonry is powerful so now all lay lost and cold,
That mansion: that another generation had brightly praised.
On the peak of the mountain the ruins lay and there we flew,
My sister and I, upon a black moon’s crisp midnight wind…
And there we kissed and knew the night as truest lovers do,
Until at last my spirits were restored, my body on the mend!
And in a blaze of emerald passion and burning eternal fire…
Our souls became as one united: and so twin was our desire.
Across the stars we once sailed to make Terra our home…
Now all we craved was company, and found it in our own.
The eye that is hidden sees what no mortal’s may.
The soul that is ancient knows the dark, secret way!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis haud letalis vires.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo atrum, specialis via!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
The emerald fire cast the ruins in a light so ghostly and faint,
That the wraiths that haunted it as a rule: fled away yonder.
I saw words and runes of ancient scrawl upon ruined wall…
And I could read them though the tongue was never human.
“Such is vanity, the vice of man, and so the price as quaint,
And antiquated as these, the remnants left here to ponder.”
Thus they read, and those words were all I read, that fall…
And I understood: I, who earlier was with madness fuming.
I, who was of old fallen and cast in human likeness eternal,
Whilst my sister retained her glory and wonder, imperial…
I often think of that night, when last we met in passion mad.
When my body is no more, she’ll take me home ever glad!
The eye that is hidden sees what gods only wished.
The soul that is ancient knows it cannot be diminished!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis filiolus tantum vota.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo is can non exsisto miniatus!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
In a place both wild and secret, my feet stole fast away,
My hand clutching the sacred wand of the magus I am…
And past the dark grove where phantom wolves prowl,
I came to the place where first I took my sister’s hand.
Long had passed the veil of dusk, passing was the day,
And in my heart beat the curses of those who condemn.
I cried out in anguish from their mocking: a primal growl!
Where were they now, those so overzealous and bland?
Gone into the memories of my past, into the warm dust…
They could harm me no more, and so my heart was glad.
I was filled with pain and sorrow, and wanton with lust…
From being alone too long, until it had driven me so mad!
The eye that is hidden sees what some never can.
The soul that is ancient knows the great divine plan!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis nonnullus nunquam es validus ut.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo valde divinus intentio!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Upon my head was the circlet, and white were my robes,
As I called forth to an inky sky lit only by countless stars.
Past the mountain that bore witness to my luminous magic,
My cry went up unto those spaces between all the worlds.
And the stars flickered like ever so many brilliant strobes,
As pain vanished from my body, even the oldest of scars!
My call was heard, and my sister, my sister oh so tragic…
She would come to me, in a glow pure as polished pearls.
I knew her most ancient and revered names from her lips,
Spoken unto me when first she had told me my true name.
I longed to hold her in my hands, to feel her lovely hips…
And I longed to bask in the blaze of her everlasting flame!
The eye that is hidden sees what some never will.
The soul that is ancient knows it cannot ever be still!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis nonnullus nunquam mos.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo is can non umquam exsisto etiam!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Just when I thought no answer was to be my true reward,
A pale lady in a crimson gown appeared from the woods.
Black cloak with hood and veil hiding her elfin features…
My sister cast those aside, and the red of her gown shone,
Sparkling like rubies to match her lips that spoke no word.
Her hair the palest blonde that is not tainted by any goods,
Cascaded down the back of this most glorious of creatures.
Her eyes flashed like emeralds; they glowed like the moon!
Above her head, a burning green flame like a fiery nimbus,
And from her back, the six raven wings of the seraphim…
I saw all this, as she reached for me without a fear or fuss,
Drawing me into her arms, and awakening many an old sin.
The eye that is hidden sees what few others would.
The soul that is ancient knows far more than it should!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis pauci alius voluntas.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo recedentia praeter is vadum!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Our eyes met as we flew together to some rugged ruins old,
Where once a house both grand and splendid was raised…
But not all masonry is powerful so now all lay lost and cold,
That mansion: that another generation had brightly praised.
On the peak of the mountain the ruins lay and there we flew,
My sister and I, upon a black moon’s crisp midnight wind…
And there we kissed and knew the night as truest lovers do,
Until at last my spirits were restored, my body on the mend!
And in a blaze of emerald passion and burning eternal fire…
Our souls became as one united: and so twin was our desire.
Across the stars we once sailed to make Terra our home…
Now all we craved was company, and found it in our own.
The eye that is hidden sees what no mortal’s may.
The soul that is ancient knows the dark, secret way!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis haud letalis vires.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo atrum, specialis via!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
The emerald fire cast the ruins in a light so ghostly and faint,
That the wraiths that haunted it as a rule: fled away yonder.
I saw words and runes of ancient scrawl upon ruined wall…
And I could read them though the tongue was never human.
“Such is vanity, the vice of man, and so the price as quaint,
And antiquated as these, the remnants left here to ponder.”
Thus they read, and those words were all I read, that fall…
And I understood: I, who earlier was with madness fuming.
I, who was of old fallen and cast in human likeness eternal,
Whilst my sister retained her glory and wonder, imperial…
I often think of that night, when last we met in passion mad.
When my body is no more, she’ll take me home ever glad!
The eye that is hidden sees what gods only wished.
The soul that is ancient knows it cannot be diminished!
Lumen ut est occultus spectos quis filiolus tantum vota.
Animus ut est valde vetus teneo is can non exsisto miniatus!
Lux lucis Gero! Sanctimonialis mei.
Nos es cado, pro totus vicis!
Published 14th Jan 2012
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