Closing The Circle

Closing the circle and all which to it belongs

Hurting, wounding, trucidating

Fountain of dark, damned feelings

Begotten in noctambulant trances

And suffered by day in weak humiliated souls

By beings worthy of selfishness and coldness

A coldness to act and to show the covenant

Closing the circle arises

The most somber seduction and an inner satisfaction

Inculcated eternally, for ever, in a continual ecstasy,

Fecundated amid the mists,

Sole dawn allowed in the immensity of these shadows

Bringing a virginal blood-red, desirable,

Which the circle takes

Offering it to its innermost feelings

Rejuvenating the darkest pleasure of belonging

Only this is comprehensible intimately

Closing the circle, thus

Mortals in their purest cycle

Disturbing the slumber of ancient powerTo complete the circle