Perturbance

The Birth of a Demiurge

I was born of a sea full of wish,
A faithful blueprint and deadly flourish,
With a stone thrown in the waters,
I took shape,
A new purpose, a new name.

In the mirage of starry waters, my dance begins,
Peer inside it, hope to find me,
And let us join hands to travel the deeds,
For I am never the same to what the eye meets.

I was born of a thousand flames,
A furied heart and silvered wings,
With blades crossed in the fire,
I was awake,
A new guide I am to create.

A coven cursed to have no history,
A family with haste undone,
I can show you what I feel like,
I can't show you what I've done,
And I can't tell you words of great myth,
For you can only listen when I don't speak.

From the waters I was shaped and by the fires burnt,
So I turned to steam and rose to the sun,
Dire feat, for I was meant to never leave,
But I never left,
I only let the wind carry me as I was dead.

By vesper rituals with motifs of sin,
Invoke me to purge my spectral hands within,
For I am the priest with a black tongue,
Exorcising the angels from their god,
I set them free to wither,
Liberated wings shall forget your unmerciful silver.

Fear not as the sky has opened,
The silver eclipse shall not falter,
And keep thy eyes open, I want you to see:
My feet bleeding their dance to forget your misery.

As I guide you to find myself,
I'll take your colors and draw how this was bred,
An architect of words prisoner to a foul creche,
To have a heart of diamond and a soul of flesh:
My serendipity.
Will you forget?

We walk my silver plains and find rivers of bliss,
Locked in a fall, running in abyss,
Abyss you dug in me with words I could never write,
Poured them with shapes of my beloved lights,
And even if they are my eyes,
I shall blind them to forever night,
I was not born to die,
I was born to be alive.