Masician

Running in shadows
These pearls from beyond
Inviting like gallows
Breeding in the darkness
My staff of pure fire
Is ruled by no bonds
Like deaths sacred pyre
Gleaming in the darkness

Newborn patterns
Of ancient blood
Boil in the ether
Lanterns are rising
Out from the mud
Dance as they smother

Infernal embellishments
Attached with great care
Vibrates like a revenant
Altering the frame
My robes are of potent tears
Created by wonders
My aim shall be very clear
Like a burning flame

Notes like a spell
Drawn from the well
Pass through my flesh
Death into life
Six and then five

With shapeshifting lightning
In storms that embrace
The waves I am mining
Are waiting in grace

From eleven
Down to five
Death is born
Birth shall die

No rest when my work is done
But essence is freed
When threads are of gnosis spun
Merging love and hate
Now time will do the rest
Work for this cause
My will shall manifest
And harvest from the source.