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Piercing the Veil
- Piercing the Veil -
Regarding the moon, is an eye that sees all,
Not all-seeing like some gypsy’s crystal ball…
But something more sinister and arcane too!
It waited for the darkening of skies once blue.
When I walk in the woods it regards me well,
And I sense in it some kindred from deep Hell.
I regard the eye and look into its’ vast deeps…
And the raven looks back as the world sleeps.
Familiar spirit, sent to guide me to my meeting,
With spirits that await my sorcery’s greeting!
I did not realize at first, though I felt the dread,
That raven was in reality, a spirit of the dead.
“Piercing the veil,
With intensity to mock the gods!
Piercing your soul,
Like a thousand hot iron rods.
My eye sees what you fear,
Piercing your heart.
Pray it draws not more near,
Lest my gaze rend you apart!
Reality is torn down,
By looking beyond the veil…
As in darkness you drown.
No one there to console,
Before my gaze you are alone.
You shiver in shadow,
My gaze flays you to the bone.
More terrible than you know!
Piercing the veil,
Until you see what was hidden!
Piercing your flesh,
Like spur on steed hard ridden.
What does your eye behold?
Something without reason!
My gaze meets you cold,
Your soul betrays you: treason.”
Regarding the moon, is an eye that sees all,
Not all-seeing like some gypsy’s crystal ball…
But something more sinister and arcane too!
It waited for the darkening of skies once blue.
When I walk in the woods it regards me well,
And I sense in it some kindred from deep Hell.
I regard the eye and look into its’ vast deeps…
And the raven looks back as the world sleeps.
Familiar spirit, sent to guide me to my meeting,
With spirits that await my sorcery’s greeting!
I did not realize at first, though I felt the dread,
That raven was in reality, a spirit of the dead.
“Piercing the veil,
With intensity to mock the gods!
Piercing your soul,
Like a thousand hot iron rods.
My eye sees what you fear,
Piercing your heart.
Pray it draws not more near,
Lest my gaze rend you apart!
Reality is torn down,
By looking beyond the veil…
As in darkness you drown.
No one there to console,
Before my gaze you are alone.
You shiver in shadow,
My gaze flays you to the bone.
More terrible than you know!
Piercing the veil,
Until you see what was hidden!
Piercing your flesh,
Like spur on steed hard ridden.
What does your eye behold?
Something without reason!
My gaze meets you cold,
Your soul betrays you: treason.”
Published 30th Dec 2012
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Anonymous
30th Dec 2012 9:50pm
This one is just amazing Jessica!
Its so powerful and strong, it has a strong magical spell to it, like you are saying, give me your secrets I shall prevail...
Wonderful write, much enjoyed1
Its so powerful and strong, it has a strong magical spell to it, like you are saying, give me your secrets I shall prevail...
Wonderful write, much enjoyed1
30th Dec 2012 10:07pm
Happy you liked it, my friend! This poem is indeed of a dark, mystical nature and contains certain magical elements to it. I posted it for a contest, but it stands on its' own as something quite unique and powerful, with a raw energy I am pleased you noticed. :)
30th Dec 2012 10:37pm
This powerful poem reminds me that the god Odin had a raven on each shoulder. Not sure how it's connected but I always found them intriguing creatures.
1st Jan 2013 5:56am
Actually, both the Raven and the Eye were symbols of both the Norse god Odin and the Fomorian god Balor, who was kind of an Anti-Odin in a way, an evil and shadowy being. In Odin's case, he had to sacrifice an eye to a sacred well in order to gain wisdom. In Balor's case, he only had one eye and was oft in art depicted like a Cyclops sort of creature. Balor is, in some ways, sort of like Tolkien's Sauron. He lived in an evil tower, had deformed servants who were all corrupted by his darkness. A lot of similarities! Odin's ravens were called Huginn and Muninn, which translate into English: as "Thought" and "Memory" and in my poem the raven is a spirit of the dead. But the dead live on the most in our memories, so was the raven actually one of Odin's that I was communing with? Mayhaps. They say all things in this world, and in this universe are indeed connected... so you showed great wisdom in noticing this. I am happy you like this poem, and delighted you took the time to post your thoughts! :)
