“The Bewildering Art of the Nightly Hunt”
In a Shift of Consciousness I realize the Obvious…
The Begotten Spat of My Reviling Mind hath cleared Thy Season
Echoing Caws engirdle Us amongst the Leal Trees in the Moonlight
As We derive from Darkness, wherein Thou dwelled, We fight the Dawn
In These Hands, I hold tight, the Ambience of the Enchanting Touch
…And the Humble Humans below…Oh…How They Pale in Our Presence
I now know…This is the Day after Forever! Bewildering!
His Steps follow My Last and There Where We shall arrive
…There will be no Wanting, only the Purity of Must!
Now…Let Us move away from the Onslaught of Civilization
Because I do not want to take part in Human Stupidity
And from the Barren Past, none the less, Desire is the Question
My Black Heart does so burn as I taste the Sweet Blood, caught on My Tongue
We are Together in Death!
The Sound of Destiny bawls like the Branch that You break (Five Candles)
The Never lasting Skin deep Superficiality of Man…
Almost Nothing is what We see of Today’s Nature
Everything is all We need of Pangea
From This Day Hence…
Darkness belongs to Us!
- Olimpia Vanryckeghem -
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