Sage of ages

 
unadulterated sinful lust, of the dark arts
rub the need, it will rise within
inked in blood, my faith
secret of sorcery, not to be misunderstood

a sacred ritual begins
upon the alter of desire, I plead
placating God with what I give

torrid seed, there are some among us that displease
an offering of silence for these unfortunates
all to keep the balance

purifications rites, taken seriously
as I chant to listening ears
the angels watch on somberly
reserving judgement for the almighty

my prayers rise as incense
an aroma of true meaning
the dark takes a step back
and I enter into an understanding it needs be

my sacfrice made, my head hangs heay
heady and thick is the air
the ground opens and I'm there
transported to another dimension
where a great knowledge is given

perilous times are upon us
watch your footing in the desert
a parable on your head
a metaphor to be understood in time

sanctity is in the tomes
pour over them with your life
a the doors close and I am mortal again

my demons appeased
they get into formation
and we proceed wiith caution

little known fact, they wield magic
a darkness not known by man
coming forth to give to the light
a gift of glory, for without it there would be none