Property of The DarkRose Journal, 2013
© 1/19/13, By DarkRose
The Conjuror
The Presence that stands
Upon the stairs,
The unseen hands
That move the chairs,
The lights that play
Across the wall,
The stains that stay,
The plates that fall,
The mist, the chill,
The wandering scents–
This gentle spell
Must speed thee hence:
At midnight, I invite
The ghost
To sit and feast,
I open the door
And softly say:
Spirit, I call
From Death’s sweet thrall.
White of bone
Dark of shade
Of dust and night
Your death is made
Death yourself
Death my peer
What I hold
I do not fear
So bone to flesh
And shade to leaf
Death my dear
I give thee life.
Bone be flesh
Shade be leaf
As death is yours
It bears me life.
Flesh of darkness
Borne of death
Give my will
Thy life and breath
Wither dry
And shrink to dust
My hearth shall feed
Upon thy crust.
You that was dead is not dead.
You that was shadow is not shadow.
Your spirit is a fire. Your spirit is eternal blood of the universe.
Your spirit is one spirit–
The spirit of all spirits,
And that you hold the fire of the cosmos.
Breathe here now, and so
shall the cosmos breathe,
And of your own breath shall thecosmos be made anew.
~DarkRose
Beautifully spell-like! I really liked this. Thanks for sharing, Paul
Hello Paul, thank you very much for taking a moment
to leave me a comment. Especially such a wonderful comment.
I do appreciate it. Agsin, thank you.
I just nominated you for a Very Inspiring Blogger Award! I love your blog so much! You have great artwork on here too!
Hello and thank you very much. Inspiring people
to become all that they can be and live their fullest most
beautiful life possible, is why I have this blog. Again, thank you.
Your thoughtfulness and kind words are very much appreciated.