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Full Moon DawnVerily the dusk will approachThe one which revels with a shapeless scythe Oft the waves of truth will lead me to bind The hands of faith under the cloak of unrest To sleep beneath elemental slumber A gleam of surrender will unfurl Nearing nocturnal isolation Chants of winds and of silent streams Dissolve the unending meridian Climes and steppes coalesce As the sentinel abides Towards the crepuscular dawn Begotten from his mind The moon; and from his eye The sun had birth Wearily observing the lunation Inviolably casting allegiance To sidereal projections Rest shall not overtake The pilgrimage to the unholy grave Towards the crepuscular dawn Return the source, the veil of night Implore the return of the old gods Full moon dawn, the womb of night Mounds, languid, converge with the ether Transfigured branches hang Testimony to ones which stood And cast over the air Peace rests nevermore Self-abandonment is involuntary To relinquish a human sense To permeate into infinite earth Contemplating the frozen veins Of rejuvenation Under the ruminant oaks Where sages once lay To claim their renaissance Boundless river shine One last surge before the dawn Tides ever flowing Under the incandescence of the sun Return the source, the veil of night Implore the return of the old gods Full moon dawn, the womb of night Return to the source The veil of night Embrace the full moon dawn Verily the dawn shall awaken us Engulfing, rapturous nocturnal isolation Open the unending meridian Separated by this frozen hour As the sentinel abates Under the full moon dawn I shall be free Under the full moon I stand Beneath the empress of man |