The Rising

Voices of the mist call

When the silence

Of late nights prevail

The winter winds blow

And the charred skies unveil

All

Who guard

The secret word,

in unison

Chant

To summon

the mighty one

Who lurks in shadows

And answers the disciples’ call

…. But even together they fail

To decipher the

Meanings

Of her poetic musings

Her verse cryptic, dark, transcendental

Artistic, full of madness, enchanting

And subliminal…

Their oldest secrets,

Occult chants…

She weaves intricately

within her verse.

They dance

Enraptured, singing praise,

disciples and their master all,

Down

With their knees on the ground,

The insane fervour

Takes over as

All hail

The rising Queen

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