A Decayed Longing

Planets Align

The dying claw at the sky
Under the beating of profane wings
Echoing the fall of the Eight

Usurp life

Insanity rides this epoch
A copulation of the mad
The Black Sophia whispering in tongues of flame

Its gaping maw  
Hungers for the lush life beneath
A throne of writhing roots
Fed on the marrow of saints
Sealed by the Ninth Gate

Longinus pierces His side
The water that was spilled
Baptized a dead world
A birthright of sin
A tetrad of blood, salt, ash, and bone

Yet deep in the soil
A whisper, a stirring
The serpent coils dreaming
Awaiting the Thirteenth Aeon

As flesh withers
Bone crumbles
The old sigils ignite
The Pleroma shudders
A hope of rising
To part the veil
To breach the abyss
To ascend beyond the Archons
Between life and death