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[decretum]

I am born ancient
Elder to the Sol and Luna
Elder to the supposed wisdom of the world and reality that lies beneath
Creator of myth and tragedy
That you may drink of it the mysteries of the elders
My hand be your ladel and my waters black and nebulous yours to explore

I am the depths of discontent
The ghost of knowledge and the ressurection of fire
And I lie in wait
Trapped within this mortal coil
To weep in the ashes of my own demise

Luna above, romantic dreams of desire and lust for passion
My will is to breathe the fires of excitement once more
For this world hath grown cold and lifeless in my hand
A spherical deadworld

She wept my existence and breathed in the aura of my sorrow
She would light my path upon which I walked
The path that I myself have paved
Beneath the sky that I myself have unfurled
A glorious night, a warm day..a decieving Sol

Lend to me nothing, I stand in resistance of all that defies
This dubious dream of desire
Preach nothing, my mind is claimed unto me a temple of unending sight

Wow. That was horrible.