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Harbinger of Night
- Harbinger of Night -
Part One: Raven of Darkness
The colors of autumn, the glow of the trees…
Red, gold, yellow, and orange: in many hues,
Delight my eyes, along with the crisp breeze.
How the wind caresses me, like a lover true!
I feel its’ hand upon my back and bosom, soft.
The leaves break beneath my feet as I walk…
And in the air I spy a black raven drifting aloft.
Oh raven dark, how much you behold and talk,
In your course voice which says nearly naught!
Some call you a death bird and fear your flight,
Yet to me there is only a comforting thought…
For you are: but one lonely harbinger of night.
There, amidst the corn, amidst the many fields,
You flit; you fly, as your eye beholds mystery.
I too am a harbinger, and to me a secret yields,
The secret of a season: truth, hidden in beauty.
Upon my heart, I can feel the pull of the color,
The power in each shade; lost shades to confer.
Part Two: Summoning Circle
Soon shall come the bats and evening sounds,
But oh how they pale before the harvest moon!
I feel the spirits as they rise, to gather around,
Shimmering like silver spun on spectral looms.
They too caress me, as did the wind just prior,
And I feel sensations that are beyond the four.
The summoning circle blazes with hottest fire!
I am in scarlet and purple of the sacred whore,
Wearing silken skirts and a black cross as well.
I am the vessel of a goddess, her voice singing!
Heaven is my dream, though reborn from Hell,
Is the spirit within me, black miracles bringing.
There, amidst the shadows, amidst the specters,
I flit; I fly, as my eye beholds things so grand…
That in lesser minds they beget evening terrors!
Such is the power waiting within the very land.
Upon my mind, I feel its’ tendrils deep sinking,
And no man can know the things I am thinking.
Part Three: Wingless Phoenix
I speak to the spirits; I speak to the night itself,
Learning of things, which I must be silent of…
And autumn’s beauty begets the night’s wealth.
For, the evening holds treasures beyond love…
Though in sensual magic, I am want to indulge.
When the second hour after midnight does fall,
The music of the night, all my very senses lull!
I can hold nothing back when I hear such a call.
And so with a lover I embrace and we create…
Worlds in the darkness, new paradises to claim!
Shameless and blameless, our appetites to sate,
In sacred passions that burn like infernal flame!
There, amidst the red glow, amidst the burning,
We flit; we fly, as our eyes behold a new dawn!
It rises like a phoenix and begets new yearning.
The vast universe will service, smile, and fawn,
Upon my countenance, for my pyre I have left!
I too am a phoenix though of wings I am bereft.
Part One: Raven of Darkness
The colors of autumn, the glow of the trees…
Red, gold, yellow, and orange: in many hues,
Delight my eyes, along with the crisp breeze.
How the wind caresses me, like a lover true!
I feel its’ hand upon my back and bosom, soft.
The leaves break beneath my feet as I walk…
And in the air I spy a black raven drifting aloft.
Oh raven dark, how much you behold and talk,
In your course voice which says nearly naught!
Some call you a death bird and fear your flight,
Yet to me there is only a comforting thought…
For you are: but one lonely harbinger of night.
There, amidst the corn, amidst the many fields,
You flit; you fly, as your eye beholds mystery.
I too am a harbinger, and to me a secret yields,
The secret of a season: truth, hidden in beauty.
Upon my heart, I can feel the pull of the color,
The power in each shade; lost shades to confer.
Part Two: Summoning Circle
Soon shall come the bats and evening sounds,
But oh how they pale before the harvest moon!
I feel the spirits as they rise, to gather around,
Shimmering like silver spun on spectral looms.
They too caress me, as did the wind just prior,
And I feel sensations that are beyond the four.
The summoning circle blazes with hottest fire!
I am in scarlet and purple of the sacred whore,
Wearing silken skirts and a black cross as well.
I am the vessel of a goddess, her voice singing!
Heaven is my dream, though reborn from Hell,
Is the spirit within me, black miracles bringing.
There, amidst the shadows, amidst the specters,
I flit; I fly, as my eye beholds things so grand…
That in lesser minds they beget evening terrors!
Such is the power waiting within the very land.
Upon my mind, I feel its’ tendrils deep sinking,
And no man can know the things I am thinking.
Part Three: Wingless Phoenix
I speak to the spirits; I speak to the night itself,
Learning of things, which I must be silent of…
And autumn’s beauty begets the night’s wealth.
For, the evening holds treasures beyond love…
Though in sensual magic, I am want to indulge.
When the second hour after midnight does fall,
The music of the night, all my very senses lull!
I can hold nothing back when I hear such a call.
And so with a lover I embrace and we create…
Worlds in the darkness, new paradises to claim!
Shameless and blameless, our appetites to sate,
In sacred passions that burn like infernal flame!
There, amidst the red glow, amidst the burning,
We flit; we fly, as our eyes behold a new dawn!
It rises like a phoenix and begets new yearning.
The vast universe will service, smile, and fawn,
Upon my countenance, for my pyre I have left!
I too am a phoenix though of wings I am bereft.
Published 17th Oct 2012
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- Edited 17th Oct 2012 6:48am
17th Oct 2012 6:43am
This piece of writing is amongst your best ones Id say...The intensity of the writing increases its pen whilst reading and the fire of the risen spirit is felt, , Shimmering and wise visions rooted in your words, tendrils of magic and interwoven dark dreams. Great work my dear friend!
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17th Oct 2012 7:32am
My deepest thanks, Rianne! This was a very magical and powerful write for me, and I am happy you liked it and enjoyed the read. :D
17th Oct 2012 12:49pm
Fantastic write as always im loving the line
"Shimmering like silver spun on spectral looms" that awesome really liking that.
cheers for sharing
marcus
"Shimmering like silver spun on spectral looms" that awesome really liking that.
cheers for sharing
marcus
21st Oct 2012 7:38am
Your cheers warm my heart, my friend! ;) Thanks for the wonderful comment, too.
17th Oct 2012 11:28pm
21st Oct 2012 7:39am
