Her mage

Incantation

Illusion trace the awkward flow followed by his hand
I built those walls of protection so carefully so strongly
And maintained them so well
Yet in an instant
With just one smile
One laugh
One sentence
All the mortar turned to dust
As those walls crumbled at my feet
How surprised I was to find you in my inner core
Come
Sit with me
Talk to me
Tell me
How did you do that?
How long do you plan to stay?
You bring me warmth like the sun brings the earth in early spring
I am like that rose slowly opening
Blooming
Watch me grow and know it is because of you
Flower of the foam
Rise from the bitter sea
The hour of the full moon-tide draws near
Hear the invoking words
Hear and appear
O arching sky above and earth beneath
Giver of life and bringer-in on death
Persephone, Astarte, Ashtoreth
Woven deep beneath the caves of melted steel
Stalks a Mage
A necromancer heel
Tortured runic
Clasps of Aztecetian skill
The condor flies
Scared skies in search of Aznagel
Below the sun his withered weasel scurries deep
The streams of doom contrive to kiss his sculptured feet

His raven legs all churned and ruined through towers of pride

Above the sun the princely guardian condor flies
A beauty ruby fain it's worth twelve lives or more

He stammers as he slugs over the staggered floor

A chilled moment his dolphin eyes maul jewels of war

O joy the sunlit condor unearths Aznagel's door

If I was the priestess

Would you answer unto me? 

Oh my angel

My dearest dearest angel

Ordinary mystics aren’t seeking paradise or the illuminated life

As far as they’re concerned

They’re already living in both

If harmony and dissonance are only opposite sides of the same sound

Dare we confess to our mystics that we prefer Strauss and Liszt to Mahler? 

I was always told that mystics spoke the language of silence

That they lived by example

Not lecture and text

But I was as wrong about that as I was about the nature of life

Just because someone has learned a lot about one thing

Doesn’t mean they know very much about all the other things

Except

Of course

If we discover we are indeed mystics

Somewhere in the back of your mind

There's an ideal vision of how things should be

This attractive image is both unrealistic and insidious

Each time you compare your actual life to the golden dream

You feel somehow inadequate

Now please stop setting yourself such artificially high standards

You are meant to and are allowed to feel all these emotions

And if you didn't I'd be worried that you had a frozen lump in your chest

Doctor! Doctor! you better come take a look at this..

This man's heart has developed a protective layer of icicles around it!!! 

If you only knew

My heart has been in so much undeniable pain in my previous incarnations

But I'm here and keep on surviving
Andromeda

With her plight of fear

But not even death could devour her heart so tender

She dares cross such tempests to slay the binding chains of loves foe

Her Perseus

He comes to her like a shower of gold

Saves her for his own and takes their gaze from starry dreams
I lay upon your cheek, a kiss

You are divinity my love

You make me speechless..