Liars Glory, Evil Ghosts, and Putrid Ghouls…

23 Oct
Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2013
By Julia DarkRose Ray

*Before you honor me by reading my prose, I just need to forewarn you that it is filled with cryptic jabs at those false prophets that have pilfered your spirits, heart, minds, and pocket books, for far too long! The truth should be free. It’s perfectly fine if you don’t understand the cryptic words, just as long as you enjoy the prose.
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soul-dancer

Liars Glory, Evil Ghosts, and Putrid Ghouls:
The Tribe’s Coming For You

Now earth is earth
And earth is air
And earth is water
And earth is fire:
Let all go into thee
And all be thine
Let all arise from thee
And then be mine…

Oh luminous halo,
Crescent be full
And crystal fill:
Thus my eye,
My spirit and my heart,
And thus my will…

Scarab of the golden orb
Sweet death is now yours
New life has begun…

With oak I lead
That ash may follow
Also alder
Elm and willow
Cedar and locust
Hickory, larch,
Walnut, chestnut
Poplar, birch,
Beech and maple
Fir and pine:
All these powers
so be mine.

The dimness be lightened
The harsh be softened
The rank be sweetened
By the power of my divine…

North, South, East, West…
Spider’s web shall bind
The charlatans best.
East, West, north, South…
Hold their limbs and stop
Their mouth
Seal their eyes and
Choke their breath
Wrap them round with
Ropes of the true death.

White of bone
Dark of shade
Of dust and night
Spiritual death is made,
Death myself
Death my peer,
What I hold
I do not fear.
So bone to flesh
And sun to shadow
Death my dear
I give thee life,
To dissolve the false darkness
And the corrupted Light…

Bone to flesh
Shadow reborn
As death is mine,
It bears me life,
And confounds the deceptive hordes.

Flesh of Ebon Light
Born of death and Darkness,
Give my will
Thy life and breath
Whither dry and shrink to dust
My heart and spirit
Shall feed upon
Their lying crust.
Oh you faithless,
Deceptive breed,
Your flight is now stayed
Your false wings bound,
Our cloud of fire
Cast thee back into the ground…

My spirit is a dark fire.
My spirit is eternal.
My spirit is one spirit–
The spirit of the Tribes of the Moon.
And our spirit holds the fire of the Cosmos.
Breathe here and now with me,
And so shall the universe breathe,
And of our own breath
Shall all and all and all,
be made anew.

~Julia DarkRose Ray

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