Nightmare of Vision

Falling into unconsciousness
Setting flight into the night
Embracing the Dreaming
The Moon and Sky like two young lovers
Cling to one another
And Heaven's stars blaze discerningly
Imprinting their image in your soul

The Dark Woman in her carrion sleepiness caresses
The Arid Soil with her gnarled and ancient,aching, fingers
Dogs howl in the twilight to
Promulgate the Vampyres' bloody cavalcade
A mirror broken is seven years
In the dearth of light
And lost spirit

And the departed, those that keep their secrets
Rise and walk in our Night Mares, ridden by the sultry incubi
To haunt and torment us as relentless and restless phantoms of
Malevolent musing
Their implicit truths saturating the wind

The Woman called Fury who was three: old and tired, yet young
Sexual, with the loving beauty of a mother and wife,
Metamorphosizes into the powerful One, magic spilling in her hair
Streaming in her tears, filling her cauldron with the Young Virgin's
Lifeblood
The were's growling dirge falls upon her ears
The Lady screams, the Lady laughs,
And yet, She does none of these
Make your guess
Place your bet
Lose your life
Break your mind
Lose your soul
Find your way Never Here

The Ravens fly into the Church
Waiting to feed on a Dying Faith
Finding first the truth in all
The God in nature, of nature
For our existence

Blood splattered on the mirror
Handgun lying on the floor
Running against the Psychic, Time
The spells are cast
The choices made
And there are no triumphant

The Lady of Ravens spreads her midnight wings and draws
Her sword, once of Danu, now of her children, with the Protector
Red-headed from her heritage, a raven's ancestry
Crossing alongside her, the battle lines drawn
The Blessing of the Ghost surrounds them
And their God lies afore them, within them, and above them
The One Who is always three and always One and never changes

The Woman who was the One
Transforms to the Three
The Curse of Babylon scrolled in the Lady's hands
And all three of the Lady rages in pain
And explosion across the sky, Dawn pulling up the sun
And the Light of day and righteousness
Consumes the Earth, awakening all who will see
And the daughter of Ashling laughs as the
Decrepit Dark Woman turns to dust
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