The Sloughted Scales Of Seperation

How did it come to pass

That thine call met my ear?

A roar shot forth before the dawn of time

Piercing the veils once spun

In the war between hope and fear

When stars where fixed and nothingness defined

But within the grisly cavern, that horrid blackened tomb

Buried was the word unuttered, sophia's fallen stone

Encircled by the viper, who's secret is but its dread

For its venom is the elixir and the diamond is its egg

O terrible glamour! O alluring devilish fruit!

That has grown from the tree, which crown is its root

And sprung from thine holy body, and watered by thine holy blood

That we all might become as foolish as the gods

How did it come to pass

That the moon rose from the sea?

And death dressed itself as a beauteous bride

Who is paradox perfected

Curled in the greatest of mystery

As she's born into that which she defies

So I set to search upon the wildest of all trails

The old serpent's back, that leads to the abysmal grail

Yet the riddle was cast between the without and the within

For where does the tail end and the hungering fangs begin?

Thine twisted shape bewilders, in constant flux and swirls

And the endlessness of the ocean conceal an unseen pearl

That shall engulf the seeker, like the moth within the flame

For the caller and the called was all but the same