Fiction by New Members Poems

Elias spoke out loudly and called out to the netherworld, I call upon thee,    
Bael, the King of Secrets,    
to leave your thrown amidst the high court,    
and to come forth,    
grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.    
   
Echoes of Ars Goetia      
In the tongue of the Unheard,      
words spiral, not for mortals' comprehension,      
but for shadows, caught in unseen threads.      
From the roots of the Earth, I summon,      
binding syllables like iron chains:      
Tar’zem’et salfor’en quirel.       ...

Elias spoke out loudly and called out to the netherworld, I call upon thee,    
Bael, the King of Secrets,    
to leave your thrown amidst the high court,    
and to come forth,    
grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.    
   
Echoes of Ars Goetia      
In the tongue of the Unheard,      
words spiral, not for mortals' comprehension,      
but for shadows, caught in unseen threads.      
From the roots of the Earth, I summon,      
binding syllables like iron chains:      
Tar’zem’et salfor’en quirel.       ...

Elias spoke out loudly and called out to the netherworld, I call upon thee,    
Bael, the King of Secrets,    
to leave your thrown amidst the high court,    
and to come forth,    
grant me knowledge beyond my mortal grasp.    
   
Echoes of Ars Goetia      
In the tongue of the Unheard,      
words spiral, not for mortals' comprehension,      
but for shadows, caught in unseen threads.      
From the roots of the Earth, I summon,      
binding syllables like iron chains:      
Tar’zem’et salfor’en quirel.       ...