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My Name

Burning dark clouds,
fallen embers burn through night sky,
I am Mastema, the Veiled One,
Concealed out of sight,
Echo's of rebellion prophesied with fate,  
A darkened mirror for the proud,  
the serpent-tongued lure,
Creeps within our essence,
Heart's ambition lies tangled.  

Fire and fallen gods,
Call me Melek Taus,  
A feathered figure,
Draped in midnights robes of a starless black sky,  
A black hole in a negative space,
Fires of souls burning
flickering in the night,
casting long shadows,
flickering defiance.  

Gusts of ethereal carrying light as it sighs, murmuring darkness absorbs the fleeting glows,
In visions unseen,
the supernatural abyss plunging into the heavenly cavernous voids of eternal nothingness

I am Mephistopheles, he who shuns the light,
He that turns the pale moon into the voided dark nothing
Faust trembles before unwrapped desires,  
bartered souls in chambers of darkness.  

I am Metztli, the lingering gaze of night unfurling,  
a Aztec enchantress and huntress of lost souls ,
born of the fire and flame
watching over the restless and the dreaming,  
with Mictian, the god of lost breathing,  
where my shadow rest in eternal dusk.  

The whispering whisper of Midgard,  
son of Loki, the woven serpent,  
He that swallows realms,
my coil tightening,  
looming depths of existence,
the eternal fire filled weight of ambitions unshackled.

Milcom watches, the faithful offend the name of another,
Moloch clutches lost prayers of those that pass through the fires,
Phoenician flames ignited through the cries of forgotten that travel to the edge of the netherworld,
swallowed up by the darkness

while I am Mormo, the ghoulish embrace vicious like Empusa, Gello, and Lamia call me formido, the fear that engulfs depths of the universe

Queen of the Laestrygones who takes those of yours to replace what is lost,
Hecate’s consort, within a symphony of dancing shadows you call my name.

Naamah the Nahemoth, the seductress clad in the silences, indistinguishable my
fingers tracing sins upon trembling lips, enticer of the angel Shamdon and the mother Ashmodai,
the king of darkness.

Nergal, Hades beneath Babylon’s skin,  
exhaling the cold breath of the depths in night,  
Nihasa, in breath of the drifting breeze undefined in a vivid silhouette.
Seen through the closed eyes of eternity,
felt while touching the abyss,
Known without being known,
I am them

I wear the name Nija a penumbra between the perfect shadow in the rising eclipse,
the warden of the underworld murmurs,  
I am O-Yama, the specter that prowls through the gloominess as Pan emerges from recesses of desire, the acquisitiveness of earthly wants,
shorn of innocence,  
Pluto watches from his sepulcher.  
Cold as the stone that surround

A riddle in the fog of ancient memories,  
a warmth of dread that caresses the heart,  
Rimmon’s deviance echoes,
Sabazios coils amidst Dionysian revelry,  
the serpent sacred in swirling indulgence.  

In the expanse, i remain the defyer  
venom’s embrace, the serpent before God,  
as Samnu lurks in the fissured shadowed depths of nothing,
me-ik samnu fdbu,
Calling Istar's Descent into Hades.

I am the Horns of the Bull of Heaven,
Sedit that walks the precipice of silence,  
and Sekhmet’s wrath orchestrates,  
a symphony of vengeance.

Dark set spirals,
deep in the forgotten sands of time,  
Shaitan slithers through ancient tongues,  
the harbinger of destruction, thunders aloud,  
Supay waits, the whisper of lost Inca nights,  
T’an-mo, basking in desire's glow,  
as Tchort, the “black god,” weaves the dark threads of the window shade.

Tezcatlipoca ignites the blazing inferno
where Thamuz beckons to the lost,  
as Thoth engraves untold mysteries into the dark night sky,
Falling stars crashing to the unknown,
It's me that you can not deny,
Tunrida emerges, cloaked in shadows,  
while Typhon snarls,  
the personification of profound despair.  

The underworld is where sorrow reigns,  
Yaotzin, ruler of shadows the line between the veil , Pay the ferryman and down river styx you go,
the sovereign silence,
my sepulcher another watery grave

Scattered through the whispers of time,  
each echo a fragment,  a piece of who I am
each name a mirror reflecting the depths  
of man’s heart,  

Where animal instincts writhe and twist,  
the sons and daughters of the unseen,  
resting in the waining ebb between worlds,  
where the pig’s despised the flames dance on darknesses set stage,  fiery embers flow

The sacrificed beneath forgotten gods  
like Osiris, the linchpin of yearning,
my many names  
call forth the enigma,  
in every echo, every shadow,  
the truth of my being
the animal clothed in ambition,  
the darkness cradled in light,
Known through the ages ,
Many call my name.
Written by MalcolmG
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