31 October 2012
All you silly witches in your silly littles homes, Always practicing your magyck with an Athame and bones, Scrolls and gems and candles, touching fingertips with ancient time, But your power is a spark compared to that of Dark Divine.
Midnight floodlights fill the sky, here, where I stand, stone still, tonight, Every word I utter is a spell of sheer and utter fright, Every motion of my lungs creates an element, anew, So, little pawns, beneath my sight, I say, to you, you're nothing new.
If you have ever come across a night that chills you to the bone, Or had a single droplet of your blood withdrawn at Wicca's Stone, If you have ever had your mind convulsed by karma's pentagram, Remember, fool, those feelings still remain a grain of what I am.
Dark Divine • Opuss № I