Sigil of the Pilgrim Sun
All of them made of sorrow, all of them made of death, All of them empty and hollow, only tales of the crestfallen matter, There were only tales of the dead, March forward, pilgrims to follow, There is only tomorrow, there is only what lies ahead. Abandon, there’s no hope in the way of suffering and turmoil Turn away from the past, that assaults on a place of nothing. The way on is of solitude, the way is of dread. Pilgrim, eternal and desolate, are his voyages ahead! Through grains of time, over storm-clouds through the heavens Amidst constellations of legendary titans, shining eternal. The moon of Cerberus. crowning its coming resurgence, The vision of the gods. Raise the chalice, sire! Dance in the golden temples Turn the flies to dragons Flood the earth with pestilence! Speak in tongues of deities! Storm the bastions of the dead. Rise to see the ending. Celebrate! The star descending.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
The shadow to the west fades. There, beyond the black veil, past the chasm of sulphur, even yonder the Styx Where silence is deafening, and a tremor lingers menacing in the air. Face, pale towards the chasm Churning through the meandering ether Even fear chose abandon, Time wither, bent on the constellation, There, beyond the black veil, furthest from the sun, at the end of time and space, at the edge of the mighty black eternal. There, is where I choose to linger, where the teardrops fall that drowns the fire of men, washes ancestral sin, baptizes me in astral flesh. To a waking eye, burning like andesine gems, at the very edge of existence, there! Illumination through revelation. … And I rise to the east with a face bejewelled in starlight First of the morning, first is the coming of dawn, There, beyond the black veil, furthest from the sun At the end of time and space At the edge of the mighty black eternal.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
Unveiled as I was amidst the far reaches of fire and brimstone, it came to me, the end of time. Riding gently on the tempest, revealed in sorrow, like a seed that saw no light, I touched the wound everlasting. The last ambers of the divine spent through revelation, and I fell through the labyrinth of incessant nightmares. There, I dreamt rivers lachrymose There, I cried rivers lachrymose. Time seemed endless. An infinity of whirling cosmos, longer than the lifetime of the planets, colder than the returning tide of death. And on my wake, shaken As a lamb bereft of the flock, as the angel who stared into the eyes of the destroyer. … And in the silence, breathless, the vessel of wisdom shattered. No longer subservient moon. In the tide of the dying light, I wake radiant star. There, I dreamt rivers lachrymose There, I cried rivers lachrymose. Ishtar, Haniel, grace of god, Eye of the amulet awaken unto me Sigillum Dei, I wake radiant star.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
The ocean of stars before me transcends the spirit realm. Its waves lament the virtue stricken away in this revelation. In the shadowworld glimmer, a silhouette of a memory reveals white light of angels burning the labyrinth whence I came Drowning a legion of screams, silencing even my breath. Hear, the violin plays an ode to silence and within it a soliloquy fell through the well of starlight. On the edge of sanity thousands of years fallen smitten on the ruins a portrait in my mind. Where have they gone? Where has she gone? Will it not go, my poetry across this ocean to thy beauty? Hear, the violin plays an ode to silence and within it a soliloquy fell through the well of starlight.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Jul 21, 2026
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