MANTLE of DYING

Transfixed by this hallowed pyre
Clinging to the last flicker of creation
The void ushers in the dying
My world is spent and death ebbs in
Soothing me in its darksome cloak
Destruction is found in the turning of worlds
Gently in holy conflagration we flow into the Duat
Pulled by the sacred Barque of Night
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

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Rebirth

I stand at the convergence of all creation
Here the old-world lays dead
And the new world is yet unborn
In cosmic thunder, I am conquered
For the vault of heaven cracked open
With a bloody cry the Uncreated One
Heralds the birth of the Divine Hawk
With soul stretched to eternity
I am made new again 
~~Feral Goddess, A Green-Muilenburg