the culting

 
culting the madness I simply am
you know not what you disturb
black faith spoke light into being

their is great beauty in the dark
artistic expression watches me exhale oracles
lending a hand to the extraneous void

empty space is alive
it is comforting to my soul
energy pure and electric
undulates and expands

nothing else is needed
all ingredients for existence is present already
just call me chaos

the black deep is my state of stasis
I desired like companions
even envisioned them

then came insulted wrath

stretching across eons lost civilizations
a sea of souls illicit a response
with a wink and crack of thunder

I am a woman with a motive
reaching through time
to arouse your thoughts

speaking imaginations into being
now that's magic

darkness wrinkles the dimensions
touching the awoken individuals
calling into memory former days of glory