A Fever Which Would Cling to Thee Forever

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My knowledge comes from the shadow self Unbound by time and opening the way The darkness draws me into the abyss Where eternity awaits beyond Time only has the order we give it The mind reaches across all eternity Though I pass free of the bounds Memory of the future cannot exist Dreams open the way to the shadow Some barriers can only open at night The starry sky forms an entrance And the shadow radiates from within The black towers hold the key To the melding of heaven and earth The spires are the razor's edge That open the worlds to the shadow The shadow will not be abandoned Even when the stars come right again

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

(inspired by "The Book of Coming Forth by Night") My opposite self is strange and fitful It rights the imbalance of fire Forming a void in which true creation can take place I am ageless I am the seed of all thought I alone am not of earth My opposite self endures while I endure I cannot destroy it save to take its place I spread the black flame into the night The seven stars shone in the dawn of man Drawn forward by the mystery of mysteries To knowledge of the spheres and strange music from within Those of the archon show the way Through infinite facets unique to each BA

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

The moon turns my words against me Its light shows my lies To this sunken place the dead all come But for my oath I would join them The ravens descend from the tower To place on my heart the fire Black as dead night they watch As the words find their purpose The tide draws out under the sinking moon The spires of the dead city gleam One last gaze upon the towers of home After death I have no need of this place The ravens have done their task They carry the oath to the wind The bond will be fulfilled When the moon comes right again

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

From depths yet beholden, spirits chanting beneath a lake of ancient grief. Thunder of the ages drowns the day, bidden by the watcher in the water. The pale moon floods the forest, yet the drowning chasms feel it not. The reddened snow engulfs my tomb as the watcher robs my grave to steal my smile. The guardian returns Death's cold embrace. Unending, She implores him. So near, yet unattained, for eternity fears only tomorrow.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

(adapted from "Spirits of the Dead" by Edgar Allan Poe) Thy soul shall find itself alone Dark thoughts of grey tombstones No one who grieves in that secret hour Will give to that soul any more power Be silent in that solitude Which is not true loneliness The spirits of the dead Stand before thee again The stars shall not fade from their high thrones in heaven Light like hope to mortals given But to thee they are a fever Which would cling to thee forever Now are thoughts thou shall not banish Burning they cling to thee as fever from the heavens Now are visions never vanished Silent they cling to thee as fever burning forever The breeze is still The mist enveloped in shadows The stars come right again and pierce the endless dark Fever hangs upon the trees Mystery of mysteries

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

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