The Occultist II

[Jentos 9422]

THE OCCULTIST

II

 

Does it hurt, when you hear them call you liar behind your back?

 

What does it take, to keep an oath to the God? 

What does it take, to kill a man for God? 

Tell me now, you who dares think - 

Tell me now, how many must be cut down by the sword. 

Tell me how a man may satisfy the 

                                                          W O R L D 

Where are we?

And the shore was fitted with gore. 

Tempting darkness, black riddled lore. 

The man of Fir gazed evermore. 

 

There was a black bird in the sky. 

Carried by a wanton sigh. 

Watched by a man who could not die.

 

Where does it end? 

How dare he leave that thing. 

Polished but rotten. 

Tell me my Lord. 

How dare I leave the House of Names?

Tell me now, how does the mind die? 

 

And the Cardinal was black. 

 

For now is the Hour when echo the bells. 

When the stars do wax. 

The crows do cry. 

And the dogs howl to a blanket of starlit ash. 

 

Two lovers danced in the woods. They echoed as they ran from their mentor’s home. Gliding through the joyous streets, yellow silk vanished from under tunnel and puddle. Young lovers rushing through the trees. Branches thick with fir. Swaying under the wind like words, lost upon the breath of the world. The boy sits, and touches her eyes. She smiles and she loves. For now the lover knows. For now the Heavens know. For the Heavens do hear that word, savoured and sucked dry. The Dawn does cast it’s arms in vehemence and glee. Torturous and demanding as fingers drive the word to pieces. Tearing and devouring the word that is truth. 

 

Is this. Is this how a man may satisfy the world?

 

By the flame that burneth bright, O Bornless One!

We call thy name into the Night, O Neverborn!

Thee we invoke by the Moon-led sea, by the standing stone and the twisted tree.

Thee we invoke, where gather Thine own.

By the nameless shore, forgotten and lone.