I - Home is where the heart is
The chapel stands still on the iron hill
I see... I see... Colors
Beckoned is my spirit like a magnet to the lair of its damnation
I must... I must... Depart for the iron hill
Such is my unholy will
Will I be altered like the cards of history
In the archives illusory
When the other men take seat at the palace of rulership?
I'm propelled forth
Like an insidious argument at tea-time
Like the chisel that penetrates the archives
Of old women's memory
Propelled forth
Step by step, leap by leap
Launched onwards by an oaken stick
Up the heap of leaves, leap by step, step by leap
Ascendance of the body is ascendance of the spirit
And ascendance of the spirit is but a magic trick
Take me northward, oaken stick
To the home of the sheep
.
I take my failures and many a query
Ad monasterium imperi
.
The chapel stands still on the iron hill
There the gates stand, rusty and dreadful
With upward spikes as if ready to impale those such as myself
Those who carry with them
Queries and failures
To be impaled likewise on the rusty spikes
The gates open, pushed inward by the weight of my hate
The degree of my infamy
And I am welcomed into the courtyard
No ceremony
No living soul, but dead spirits have come out the sea
Of ancient debris
Now watching the lone visitor called toward his true home
But at this time of night no guards tread that might see
The tears I've shed
The blood I've bled
The degree of my infamy
Fortunate it is. By the living unseen
I shan't flee the scene
(Now, standing at the chapel's portal, Eximperitus opens the creaky door to find himself in the nave, with an aisle on each side. The interior is clean, given that the chapel is visited daily by pilgrims at daytime. Now, in the middle of the night, the man starts looking around.)
An interior pretty from all angles
Someone lit the candles?
I see a trapdoor
A passage to the passage to the
Passage to the
Catacombs of Our Union
'Tis there
That 'neath the deepest dungeon
'Neath the endless chasm
Within a shadow by God's violent grace uncontaminated
The Lightbringer resides
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II - Xaos
These putrid chambers
The spiders... spiders...
The dust in the air
It all feels like home
But why?
...
And everything would be fine
But these halls are where all matter falls apart
Or I should say, becomes twisted, thus altered
At the altar of my failures and queries
Composure and confidence are undone
It's not the sin, the deed, but the guilt that's wicked
Seraphic corpses lying around...
I remember
The good times we had
And the smiles and the future
Which I butchered
Because I could not bear
The wrongdoings by her done against me
It is in the chapel above these chambers
That her and I were to become one
This place would have been testament to a wondrous union
Now these chambers are catacombs
Of a union that was not to be
And the gut-wrenching stench is not of
The seraphic corpses
But of the many failures and queries
...
I have a bad feeling about this
About this
About this
My whispers echo
Echo
Echo
My eyes tired and jaundiced
And jaundiced
And jaundiced
Sacrilegious accomplice
Accomplice
Accomplished
The task of leading me unto this chasm
By which sound is devoured
All of a sudden, a spasm
Is this the night and the hour
That I return whence I came?
Was this the intention of the spirits
Of power?
I've lost my mind; lord, unbind!
I've lost my mind, I must unwind...
I've lost my mind, was not her kind
I've lost my mind
In life death I find
I am possessed at thy behest
But am I condemned or blessed
To now fall unto this chasm of unrest?
Best,
Eximperitus
Soon splattered, thus ubiquitous
[Eximperitus lands whole in a pool of plasma
Affectionately embraced by a grave miasma]
