Thanatos

I woke from reveries of love to find they were not real Yet her talons still rake wounds no salve can ever heal I grew up from youthful fantasies where colors filled my sight And slowly watched them fade away, the world an ashen blight I gazed into the heavens, night’s train of stars above And felt their cold indifference snaking through my blood I escaped into bemusement, and drowned inside her swirl And found that I have become one lost unto this world Betwixt the forest of confusion and the slough of despair The path before you weaves and twines far beyond your stare Beset with briars and with thorns hopelessly treacherous Enshrouded in gloom and mist your senses you mistrust Victims of this cruel road lie slain and unredeemed This pestilential air occludes with noxious misery Across the boundless distance you espy a glimmering The goal at last, the end in sight you bear this suffering Twisting, writhing soul Escape these common thoughts Look beyond your brethren’s ken Drink from wisdom’s draught Burning, bleeding heart See the universe within Wipe the scales from your eyes The veil of disillusion Transcending the boundary, this prison of false dreams Ascending through the netherworld of lies and human schemes To navigate a course through the round of wandering stars Passed the manifestations I set my gaze afar At the heart of creation where time and space proceed The poets and philosophers are silent in their screed In the hollow of this mystery eclipsing arcane law No one knows its origin, the source is without cause

Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026

Countless, an infinitude of paths lead to your threshold The doors to your hall are open wide Frozen, the kiss you bestow upon your lovers Faithful, till the end of the age Sexton With hallowed earth Baptize us all Like incense, our prayers rise ever before thee Casting all crowns, bending the knee The idols that have misled man’s heart and clouded his vision Wither like grass and scatter like sheep Fear of thee Gave birth to mankind’s faith You arе the source The еssence of deity Faceless, the throng is assembled within your mansion Never to speak nor to depart Silent, beholding your face and your ghastly pallor O Mistress Death, Goddess of All Sexton With hallowed earth Baptize us all Celebrant The Spade’s work unceasing In filling the void Within this realm of dreamless sleep No names exist, no gods are invoked Within this realm of dreamless sleep No names exist, no gods are invoked

Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 16, 2026