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The Vessel pt. 2 - Leviæthan
 
                       I

'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon, 
Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace, 
A tempest rages within flesh— entombed, 
Ash and soot caress expressionless face

                       II

Deep into that fire peering,
Long she stood there pondering, hearing 
Voices, distant, —haunting, searing
'round a pyre— 
Shackled bodies, writhe and hiss

Blackened pillars, —listing, burning,
Seize the souls, upon them, spurning
Faces, obscene, —enticing, stirring 
A sweet longing, like unrequited kiss

O' What vile savagery! —provoking,
Her weary flesh into approaching
Weary flesh, —engaged, encroaching,
Shorn of tattered garb and ragged stitch

                      —
Light and shadow rhythmic'lly dancing 
Upon her flesh— lures the eyes adrift
Wolves hone in, —circling, incanting,
Pounce upon prey and bind it swift

                      III 

Lo!
The horror within her mind unfolding—
Lashed to the pyre;
To this pageantry, beholden
Her wail a dirge, —reshaping, remolding,
Their chant with a hex through fervent lips

A darkest machination set in motion,
Soon... 
"Soon, I Shall Be," softly spoken,
A hushed mantra into crescendo growing,
The throng, strident! —quake like shaking fists 

The earth shudders! Parts beneath their feet— 
A chasmic yawn of indeterminate deep
Vengeance interred—on the precipice of sleep— 
Awakens!
Through outstretched arms, a wind howls and whips

"So, I Shall Be—Reforged! Unbroken!
Take This Flesh and Bone —As A Token!
Payment! An Oath With These Words Spoken!"
Echoing through the Endless Abyss

Shadow and flame, —coiling, rising, 
Kisses flesh, —unburnt, undying
Her voice, shrill! —harrowing, climbing, 
Shatters the firmament with perfect pitch

Down!—
Down rain the heavens upon the wicked —squealing,
Whose sloughing facades, —smoking, peeling,
Reveal faces, familiar, —cruel, deceiving
Raze and ruin by one decried "Witch!"

                      — 
Within the veiled Darkness sempiternal,
Souls, like dying stars, ignite The Black
Falling embers till bloom inferno,
Long she gazed into the Abyss
—and It smiled back

                       IV

Through a mirror darkly, her mind unbroken; 
Phantom bestows a Faustian gift
Laid to rest—
No epitaph, no words spoken,
Upon her brow, placed a gentle kiss
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