The Faustian Winter
Domes occulting the firmament Spires towering the righteous Enthralled by roaring echoes Foreboding the final tide Contagious cry of apathy Tightening its iron grip The bitterness of regret And meaninglessness of grief Feed on inner repulsiveness A call from the depths of escapism Mask of the arisen dread Carved into immaculate stone The sudden surge of lucidity Still dwarfed by the leaning spires Domes occulting the firmament Spires towering the righteous Inhale the wondrous light From the bottomless chasm Regurgitate the pitiful waste That shapes your deformed crawl At long last, beneath the domes you will be unburdened…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Herald the unsung dirge Arisen form of the blear nebula Indistinct, ever drawing closer Summoned and corporealized In gnosis, in unrest In lamentation and grim understanding of the eternal, sepulchral rite Slow are the mills That grind osseous matter To cosmic dust What am I? World’s lifeless extension… Where to next? Into sepulchral halls… Eternal, eternal is the rite…
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Dispersed dust I inhale Entrancing light of the flickering flame I shall make my descend Into these dark caverns of grief Where shadows of old self are buried The onyx vault of coenesthesia Deeper onward - towards old recurrence Ouroboros incarnate appears before me Weary of my sorrow I seek hands outstretched to relieve me How perspicuous, all things appear In the ghoulish light of bitterness Is it in the nature of all being Or is it merely my weakness? In the wake of this fateful hour In the absence of will to life The primordial truth, it now occurs to me: Life is a futile beacon in an eternity of blindness How can I bear these thoughts How can I keep on living? How can I see so clear Why can’t I resist? Why?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Lecherous servant of the tides That weave the existential plane Begotten from inward exhaustion Impugn, reveal, what is thy will? Streams of argentine tears Dirge of an essence shattered Thy woes shall be lifted Winter Commence thy great augmentation Augmentation, embodiment Descendance of the squashing nebula Perfection of the primal circle The tyrants of willinglessness Have summoned equilibrium… Something unspoken is drawing closer Ascending from winter’s cold soil Roots turn into tendrils Peering into nothingness Suffer the senses fading Enter finality, In this Faustian winter Enshrined in stillness Blessed be winter Engulfed in twilight Blessed be frost Time and again spires emerge Piercing the scarlet horizon Crumble, return to dust As earth will be earth End will be beginning Winter, commence thy reclamation Frozen still lifeless quiescence Time and again values reverse Hailing a darkened horizon Crumble, return to dust As earth will be earth End will be beginning Watcher – Servant! Fear not, for all will pass on Now that the domes and archways have turned to dust The burden of remembrance lies upon you
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026