These old rituals,
Of venom and boiling blood.
Dark magicks,
Blacker spells.
Retching black ichor,
Infinite drawing of the light.
High viscosity toxicity –
Dribbled venom from fangs of a world serpent.
I could turn,
Betray your futures in favor of other species.
Drawing runes and glyphs,
Etchings in black venom.
Chanting incantations,
Swearing vows to oblivion.
Promises to the void,
Proposals to lady death.
I will burn this life,
This seething candle.
Roar against the cosmos,
Scream towards the heavens.
Ripping apart realities,
Grappling destiny out of place.
No magic,
No monster,
No other can stop me.
I could kill them all,
Wipe a species off a planet like a blink.
But what good is genocide?
The hollow winds of my love,
Starving to death.
For only an infinite progression of life,
Can feed death.
I sing these dirges,
Weaving ancient rites into reality.
Manifest will upon the world.
Offer blood and sacrifice,
Been looking for a worthy pyre –
On which to burn.
A good reason to die.
A good reason to live.
Drinking magic,
Breathing life.
Playing echoes with time.
Witchcraft On A Planetary Scale.
