pact
Cimmerian origin propagating the aphotic thoughts of my mind.
The people who came before me
didn’t see through the fog clearly
couldn’t make out your frame entirely
so they morphed into the feared
the apocalyptic night.
They became the hypoxic wells commissioned by death to drag down souls
the shattered ones whose jagged emotions travelled across flesh
powerful yet hopelessly becoming soulless.
Their shrieks slammed against the hollow deep
into the ocean surrounding us.
Vibrations reverberating
morphing into fear
into chaos.
Leviathan’s necrotizing bites.
The piercing awls drawing blood through skin
needles of subservience
to the prince of the night.
I feel it.
Humidity sticking to skin, the taste of iron, drowning but never dying…
I am their kin, but I am not like them
entirely.
I reached up and you found me
above the wreckage
the effluvium of my village.
You rode the wind on a chariot of fire.
Highlighting, burning, blazing the sickening dross of ancestral curses.
Majesty incarnate you terrify me.
The waters you’ve made are chaotic indeed
teeming with life
exquisite mysteries
treasures I have yet to find.
Yet your ethereal beauty transfixes my eyes.
It stops my heart and enraptures my mind.
And I see everything differently now that I know
my allegiance is to Truth.
If you tell me to
I’ll go to war with only you by my side.
King far above the dark forces that reigned
you destroyed death itself
and now…you’re all I have left.
King Jesus
you’re my everything.
