Through The Nightly Mysticism

[ THROUGH THE NIGHTLY MYSTICISM ]

 

In a time before the dawning of light
Into the crypts of eternal depths
Murmuring dust from my grave,
Blew away with the mournful winds
On cryptic journey unto the other side
Floating evil desires reign inside
A mayhemic silence floated
For the signs of death was awaited
Fulfilling the musing voids in mind
So the extolled thoughts...
Become so gloriously bright...

Yowling hours of winter's night before,
I heard thy old whispering calls...
Old... as the old steps of thy door
Hath awakened me from my funeral sleep
To be carried with the dismal fogs...
For the eastern saga, i must keep...
Summoning the horned december moon
Through the nightly mysticism
For the secret wizdom, i shalt forever seek...

As i ride the astral lights,
Through the mortal humanistic minds,
A path of nightly mysticism,
Disclosed clearly among thy burial sky...
The sun has forever vanished
And the world of our thoughts,
Forever shall be splendid...
Through our sacrificial sights...

 

( © 2007 - All Rights Reserved Belial (A.Z.Alh) )

Reviews

[Nella Aboodi]

I enjoy reading your poems, it gives me the feeling as if I am in the dark middle ages sometimes, and I have to admit it was a good age.

[Arthur Crow]

Yes, great vocab indeed... everything is well balanced in structure. The feel of this piece is darkly beautiful....
I like your thought process in your work, which I might have mentioned before. You take much care to weave exactly the desired mood and directions in your lines. Bravo!

[Jessie]

Whoa. You got some major skills. Your vocab is amazing, and your talent is like that of some of those older poets, very classic and beautiful.