The Black Occultic Fire
Lo, the black occultic fire,
That kindles devastating ire,
Signs and sigils fan desire,
Lapping skyward, lapping higher.
Lo, the powers darkly play,
Obedient in dark array,
Puissant in the sun of day,
Over ochre coloured clay.
Lo, the heavens fast recoil,
Mixed with evil they despoil,
Fire leap and couldron boil,
All the angels as a foil.
Lo, the God of Isaac flees,
With the advent of disease,
Spectres shadowed in the trees,
Oceans stop and sharply freeze.
Lo, the magic meets the sky,
With the banshees racing by,
Cataclysms in mine eye,
Cursed be God in deviltry…
adamdaniel 