Forged from the depths
of the incandescent blue sun
of the Eternal bosom
I expel forthright into the abyssal
nebula of ancient supernovas.
Amidst their ruins I engage
Erebus for the darkened souls of men.
Reigning revelatory thunderbolts of truth
(precise as Parthian arrows)
upon his twisted form,
liberating the captives with a coronation.
I have devoured Nyxís burnt corduroy existence.
Her brittle black frame being ground
between the fiery muse of my serrated teeth.
Having spit her noxious flesh against
the outrť canvas of darkness, birthing illuminate
heralds of the night, my prophecy begins to orbit.
There, hovering over the circle of the earth,
the seed bearing virgin rides upon the Lionís back.
She holds scorpion infused scales,
while the immaculate child conquers transgressions through
the self-sacrifice of His incarnation
(as a ram yielding to the thickets).
From the Lionís pierced side flows rivers
of living waters galvanizing life into Pisces.
Straddling the transparent emerald waves
of the Divine ancient ocean is a crowned Lamb
trampling Medusaís head as a fierce bull stampeding, releasing Pegasus to take flight.
In the distance Gemini Cancers tear out
Argusí eyes weaving them into peacock tails.
With the breath of my mouth Isis
is consumed with endless infertility, cocooned
in barrenness like a still-morph caterpillar.
Descending in vehemence I sever Charonís
ferry with my thrashing
golden-scarlet plumaged wings
baptizing him in Acheronís tormented tides.
Chronos is spilt in two by the double edged sword
of my first advent and my imminent
With inexorable passion I heed
the cry of the f
Icarus desperately treading water,
fused within Poseidonís bowels by the brazen
wax of his disobedience.
Tenderly I call to him as a Father
to a wayward son. Gripping his hand I pull him
from the clammy claws of the Sirens, there,
together, with our arms entwined
we walk upon the topaz mid-night sea.
Clothe with my majesty he once again
mounts up with eagleís wings and soars
into the sunrise of the merciful blue heavens.
In the valley of bones
my whispers of love rescue Echoís fading
voice from unrequited affection.
Encompassed by my heart she finds
her identity within the truth of who I am.
Triumphantly I form my nest
with myrrh doused cinnamon sticks
upon the citadel of the skull.
With a roar of glory I burst from
the flames loudly proclaiming,
ďBehold the P