The wind rapes the trees,
air gibbers with profanities,
woodsmoke slinks of prophecy;
Shapes lurk in the shadows
of the threshold of night.

The ritual empowers me
in this heart of astral cyclone.
Stormwings lend me your gathering.
Enfold me in powers of darkness.
Bless my eye.
Blacken my sword.

My weapons lay before me.
Demonblood a sustained howl
in my mind,
a burning in my veins.
The moon’s yellow rictus looms,
and I’m kneeling with the spirit of Thanatos.

The Foe await a reckoning.
Come dawn,
under chainmail’d skies,
with this cursed steel
I’ll set the spells complete.

Swathed in black funeral cloth,
in thrall to the storm.
I masturbate with grim abandon
to semenise this hungry blade.
One last sunrise.
One final bloody kiss goodbye.

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