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Three Phases of Fate
- Three Phases of Fate -
Phase the First: The Moon
It is the past, and it is also a distant future day,
All depending on which way the cards thus lay!
Within the embrace of these shadows, secure in their assured solace,
There, I let my spirit go forth to commune with what lay far beyond.
You shall not find what lies in those ethereal climes without seeking,
Paying dearly the cost to gain what power comes with understanding.
In terror quake the aspirants who come unto the distant pale palace,
Yet I feel no fear, for my hands have held in them the old ivory wand!
I hear the movements of the long dead, their breathless bones creaking,
As they hold for me no terrors, no trial before me can be so demanding.
Some arrive too late, some learn too soon,
The power that can be won beneath the moon!
Phase the Second: Judgment
The seasons change, and with them fortunes,
Until power itself is pointless, lost in a gloom!
Atop the heights of a tower loftier than that which rose in old Babel,
I and my paramour, looked down and beheld the nations of mankind.
Many came to plead their case and ask for the mercy of our lenience,
But we had none to grant, for it was not within our power so to grant.
Wait, oh children of man, for but a while longer and do not dwindle,
Remain fast, until the arrival of my kindred, in chariots that will shine!
Cry not to I but to them, and unto their ears plead for all your penance,
Merciless is the hour when the self-righteous wait, and breathless pant.
They heard not the hour of the trumpet,
Thus shall they be slow walking to judgment!
Phase the Third: Death
The cycle is complete, and with it the full design,
A tapestry woven by pale hands, long before time!
The dark maiden at my side stretches forth her hand to the horizon,
Where descend they who from the stars did come of old to teach all.
My ancient brethren, their time come at last, change all with chaos...
The guilty judge themselves, and so by their own doings they suffer.
Ones own deeds are the evidence, and one's own heart their prison,
There is no escape for the corrupt, since by their own works they fall.
Death sings her song, and the earth is altered, the old world is lost...
Whilst unto she and I, ascend those on whom wisdom we did confer.
They rise eternal, savoring sweet breath,
Living anew by the grace of my goddess Death!
Phase the First: The Moon
It is the past, and it is also a distant future day,
All depending on which way the cards thus lay!
Within the embrace of these shadows, secure in their assured solace,
There, I let my spirit go forth to commune with what lay far beyond.
You shall not find what lies in those ethereal climes without seeking,
Paying dearly the cost to gain what power comes with understanding.
In terror quake the aspirants who come unto the distant pale palace,
Yet I feel no fear, for my hands have held in them the old ivory wand!
I hear the movements of the long dead, their breathless bones creaking,
As they hold for me no terrors, no trial before me can be so demanding.
Some arrive too late, some learn too soon,
The power that can be won beneath the moon!
Phase the Second: Judgment
The seasons change, and with them fortunes,
Until power itself is pointless, lost in a gloom!
Atop the heights of a tower loftier than that which rose in old Babel,
I and my paramour, looked down and beheld the nations of mankind.
Many came to plead their case and ask for the mercy of our lenience,
But we had none to grant, for it was not within our power so to grant.
Wait, oh children of man, for but a while longer and do not dwindle,
Remain fast, until the arrival of my kindred, in chariots that will shine!
Cry not to I but to them, and unto their ears plead for all your penance,
Merciless is the hour when the self-righteous wait, and breathless pant.
They heard not the hour of the trumpet,
Thus shall they be slow walking to judgment!
Phase the Third: Death
The cycle is complete, and with it the full design,
A tapestry woven by pale hands, long before time!
The dark maiden at my side stretches forth her hand to the horizon,
Where descend they who from the stars did come of old to teach all.
My ancient brethren, their time come at last, change all with chaos...
The guilty judge themselves, and so by their own doings they suffer.
Ones own deeds are the evidence, and one's own heart their prison,
There is no escape for the corrupt, since by their own works they fall.
Death sings her song, and the earth is altered, the old world is lost...
Whilst unto she and I, ascend those on whom wisdom we did confer.
They rise eternal, savoring sweet breath,
Living anew by the grace of my goddess Death!
Published 14th May 2022
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