SphinxNarrow, dusty streets in a fertile valley,Golden veils of sand and heavy air,Long, unearthly shadows in the wake of rising sun,Cast by buildings leaning in, their rough walls blank and bare.Men labour in the heat, skin glistening with sweat,Their masters' voices blaring orders, brusque and proud,While women whisper quietly among themselves,Grinding grain on rough stones in the gentle breeze. And in the heart of this everyday tranquility A likeness in the face of god ever reaches for the wheeling sun - its body frozen in immortal stasis, wings that have never beaten, lips that never spoke. Its enourmous paws cling tightly to the earth. And worst of all, its gaping eyes - divine in form, yet
Untitled 4Cast my weary mindInto the deepening void.I have forgotten all.The old temple is destroyed,And wilderness grows rampantAround its wretched ruins.No face, no gesture lives in my memory.It is woven of new lace,Unfettered by the wear of time,And it speaks of a fresh and fragile pattern.I am pure! Of energy am wovenSo that I may strive forever to my goal:To walk among the spirits of wisdom,Below the earth, in the very heart of fire.These grave seraphs, cursed Sphinxes,Spat upon and shamed by the deceived,Unseen by the deceivers They are the gods of old, forgottenIn the light of new treachery.In my heart I feel:These are my fallen brothers,And I yearn to be with them reunited.I will drink the wine of their sagacity,Their transcendent glory, and bring it to the surface.At last, to see their majesty restored,Their power reborn. This is my dream.
Untitled 3Be silent! You've no right to speak:Your impertinence knows no bounds, I see.You are by far too soft and weakTo have a say in things like these.O, heart, I pray that you be still,Insist not with your piteous voice.Hark instead to the wisdom of my will,For love and hate are naught but childish toys.Are you so pluckish to defy my word?My, how loudly do you dare to cry!I'll not allow it that you openly denyThe things I tell you everything you've heard.O, be what is to be; I'll let you seeWith your own eyes how wrong you are.Go on, and lead me, whether near or far,Do what you will; it matters not to me.
Untitled 2You dwell in silence in my heart,o Prince, your eyes are hiddenAnd yet your fire becomes my crownSubversive scintillationAbove my head, a lightAll because of you, my Prince,the Lord of Beasts and Menthough Men refuse youI dare not: your handshold me far too strong! Iwelcome their protection.Overwhelming majesty, devourertenebrosityso bold, so bold, so boldI will not bow before your feetBecause I, I am youmy lord is you, am I.So bold, so bold, so bold.Endless circle, simulacrumchaos and creationblood-formed Universe, you in my eyesdelirious elationblindness, nausea, turn, turn, turn, turn, turnecstasy, ecstasy of power, power!Stained! Desecrated! shameless violationlethal elevation into gaping, gaping void
Untitled 1Serpent!Thy eyes ablaze with emeraldcoils of thy tail so intricatelike the folds of time!Hold high thy lofty crownwith blood and rubies so adornedand humble the lesser manso self-assured!Standstand above the restfor that is thy placeand to no one bow thy head!Burn, aglow with wisdomalight with fire enragedin thy heart these secret embersever do smoke and smoulder.and the great beast in thee shall waken.and the stars shall rain down from the sky.and the earth by thy might shall be shakenand no man shall thy power deny.Singsing thy song of crimson triumphover land and sea, resoundingin every corner of the world.Take no counselfor thy jewelled eyes see allwith blood and flameand thy forked tonguetells no venomous lies.Hold high thy lofty crown(coils of thy tail so intricate,like the folds of time).speak no evil.speak no good.but speak the truth:the truthwith sparks of fury,veins of glinting copper.and the great beast in thee shall waken.and the stars