The Black Coming
Like all creation on-going and active So must its asymptotes Approach presence By rituals in flight In a circle of flames Erect cones and vulgar poisons Deliver the lost word On accassia leaves with your drunken howl Single voiced till multitudes respond Multivoiced till none remain Cut off the anchors go sailing Announce the black coming of whatever But remember to cover your ashes properly For ashes reveal those whom libraries obstruct And be vigilant: like all true magic Your rituals are turned gimmick overnight Allow the zoharic flame burning To be diluted for cozy yearning Of a flock of sheep staring Midwinter fires from a safe distance
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026