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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Burned Into Life 

In fiery chaos I emerge again
Sacred fire searing my heart
The exactness of my becoming
Coalesces these bones
Riveting me in this place
Making firm the foundation
Of the all that is under heaven
Searing this path of truth
~~Thy Daughter, A. Green-Muilenburg

SHROUDED WAY

I am yearning for other worlds

Realms buried between heartbeats

Kingdoms hidden in the flicker of a flame

Infinities veiled in the eyes of the outcast

Suffocation is all this world offers

Adrift on this sea of corruptness that engulfs all

A tainted existence caressed by fleshy automatons

Echoing their lives in orgiastic consumerism

Trafficking pieces of flesh to eat their own souls

Where are the high towers of knowledge?

The honorable guides to truth and uprightness?

I am seeking the hidden sanctuary

Show me the inner sanctum

I will essay the perilous precipice to find

That sacred place – –  the gate of my heart

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg