Ebbing

This husk wanes with each progression
My gaze turning inward and distant
Seeking shores now unreachable
Wishing for release time wearies on
These bones beg freedom
Yet my soul still aches for life
Yearning for sacred illumination
That lies just beyond each death
With each dying my embers are fed
For my spark is kith and kin
To Her hallowed flame
Where I will live for true
~~Feral Goddess, A. R. Green-Muilenburg

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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

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