Magick's Reckoning

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Despair is time without a friend
A void creates my total end;
A finished hue is what I see
in darkness-colored harmony.

The sea-waves bring the siren’s call
as black embraces unlit halls;
an opal fire burns inside
the eyes of Death as He Night rides.

In swampland, marshes, deadened woods
where none but dark-heart evil bodes,
you find my whisp’ring spirit hies
in sleep and dream, where my soul flies.

The warlock lover heeds my cry
but comes in time to see me die.
“The age of Magick’s done, my friend;
‘Tis time to see our rare like’s end.”

Magick’s time is over:
Man’s use for us is done.
Live we though in human’s soul,
in dreams all are made one.

Hie us off to heaven’s promise,
Angels we at last become!
Pray though, dearest, unforgotten
Be us all to man-soul’s home.
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