Lay it on us:
The sacred swirl of milk & honey.
The steamy sigh of youth & anciency.
The genuine joining of science & art.
The wise whirling of knowledge & experience.
The tenacious tango of death's lust & life's rust.
But, these may not be met right out the gate.
Thus, cue the hands of a terrible fate...
Death's Child: A Great SufferingOrder, Father of Chaos: Seminal yet unborn.
Chaos, Maintainer of Order: Volatile yet fruitive.
From the dead of matter
Will had spritely sprung
For the Fabric held it deeply
That Life's hum should so be rung
Now, mind may wander
Or mind may rust
The appeal of duality
Snazzy as a crust
Treachery over treasure
Degrading cozy pleasure
Lost to seas of No
With waves that break the flow
Creative forces hide
When Despair controls the tide
Riddles for the shamed
Ego ground & tamed
But...
What once was lost will be replaced.Half of the puzzle
Falls right into place
New respect is snuck
Through jagged claws of grace
A slow donation sipped
From tribulation's whip
Bears the sigil's power
To give Chaos her hour
As Solemnity rises
And Desire meets her match
Imagination feeds again
Order she shall hatch
Empowered by convergence
The scales bring Home to view
Through Grief & Wish's mighty mingle
Our cries are spun anew
The death-etched shards of a life-infected soul reverberate resplendently to sew a sacral suit to tug the root to initiate reboot - rampant feeding, a solemn soar transmutes.
Prisms for the damned, you see
No more room for complacency
Debt repaid for targets missed
Fruitive bullseye between Set & Bliss
Death's Child, don't keep yourself waiting.