Triumphant Black Flame
We exhale a cloud of astral-tainted drugs As we push our way Into the fog’s grey pregnant womb Blind by dawn Brighter than the sun’s slit throat Upon the altar of infinite night Furious cloud-dreamers Rising above the fuming ashes of this celestial burial ground Ancient symbols A poetry full of grandeur Perfect science Mind-bending arcane formulas Insane planets whisper Where the early stars are opening their jaws Radiant spectral gates unlocked Kaleidoscopic fractal deities A triumphant sign A triumphant name God vanishes Then You appear Crawling on this world Crowns of thorns Made of their veins My festering devotion Composes requiems My core is a black jewel A serpent dreaming forever In the bottomless pit of this wounded universe Who has never seen What is made of smoke? Crawling out of this world
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026