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Carmine Principis Neverborne

Incantation to the Neverborn Prince

Come.
I wait, alone
pitch shadows
claw the skin of my soul
feeling nothing
but silence.

Speak.
words once heard
echoing in distant thoughts
of silver and smoke
arcane ghosts
borne of this porcelain shell.

Pray I
to gods long since dead
feeling nothing
but the cold
dust of absent stars
and universes collapsing
all is rot, not, and nothing
all is forgot, barren, and desolate.

Come.
find me
with slowing steps
across hot sands of fading life
begging me to slip
into the depths of feverish longing
and unattended desire.

Come.
I wait, alone.
For your darkness
to light my way
for your sharp kiss
to free need
and set within me
union manifest.


Veni.
Et exspecto, solus
picem obumbratio
Unguibus cute animae meae
quod Sententia,
sed silentium.

Loquuntur.
Verba iterum audistis
Cogitationes longe resonante
argenti fumi
arcane manes
hujus putamen fertur fictilem.

Ora me
ut diu sit deos mortuos
quod Sententia,
sed in frigore
pulvere abesse astra
et caducis Mundi
putredo est nec quicquam
omnes enim oblitus es, sterile est, et desolata.

Veni.
invenient me
et tarditas gradibus
per vitam calida arena evacuatur
petitio principii ad lapsum
in profundis ductus est superindui cupientes
et sine cupiditate.

Veni.
Mora est.
Et tenebrae tuae
ita lux mea est
propter acri oscula
liberum ad opus
et posuit me
manifestum est unio.


Filed under: 2017, Poeticly Speaking Tagged: arcane, girl in a box, imagination, incantation, magic


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