Bring the wound of terror
call the winter’s flame
delusion to leave this mortal form
and fade away.


Life has no sense
madness it’s maybe the chance
the opening door
to the realm of darkness.

I bleed to find the key
I spread my blood like an offering
to the eye of the burning red
claws of the faultless one.


Symbols are living words
the path was marked
as the thorns coming forward
purity of defiance.


Caves, clamed a distant name
searching for silence
stabbing the Hexagram’s form
vanishing in his infinite poetry
with blood of the fallen.


Strength!
come forward a wise vision
light with no name
silence that reaches everything
like the eagle’s gift.

I bleed to find the key
I spread my blood like an offering
to the eye of the burning red
claws of the faultless one.

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