Beginning III
But the light begins to fade as you hurry along the trail - it will soon be twilight - and this shift brings another old work of dark poetry to mind, a remembrance and ward against careless folly:
The Wyes in the Road
There creeps a Monster in The Words -
Which being Language of the Birds,
contains a Singleton of Terror -
a Worm that makes it worse.
To read between the lines
is to peer through the Abyss:
One finds within an Error
... Yea, an Elemental Curse.
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For those that seeketh Light
within the darkest Fort of Night,
know that ardent search for Truth
leadeth one perforce to Rite
wherein which one is measured
by the Dark Elves of the Court, where
whispered spell by shaft be-feathered
.. shall be lodged within thy heart.
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The door to ancient knowledge
of the Ways that came before -
the secrets of that Village
lying hid 'oer yonder shore -
which ever strive to show themselves,
for they cannot right be said,
shall find a way yet, nonetheless,
.. to slip inside thy head.
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Evoking ancient blasphemies
that lie within the book
that is writ by dark epiphanies
received when Earth was shook
by the Glory of the Oeuvre
that no Witness may rebuke:
for thine Arrow from it's quiver loosed
.. is fixed within the Rock.
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Perhaps he that once did scoff at word
that pertains to Pearls and Swine,
Comes to see he underestimates
the Weight of Lore Divine, that, yet
though writ before and Everywhere,
the Knowledge of the Last,
cannot right be told to him
.. whose mind lays idle in repast.
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The Revelators of the World -
yea, those that seek and teach,
shall trouble find upon the road
that leadeth to the breach
through which a final light emergeth
from the Temple and the Sietch:
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For the number of The Number
when the score is written down,
matches that of the Unspeakable:
the meaning of the Crown.
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— Örpherischt, 19 January, 2020, at 19:47 pm UTC..