Dance across the desert.
Walk through quicksand
until the day breaks,
A red dawn forms in hand upon a Satyr of the Isles.
Aaras Eros Dominus stands there and tells me
"Tomorrow is another day."
"I am always with you."
Life is true in Satan's
masquerade.
Sublime,
naked truth.
The black mirror reflecting, two-steps ahead.
The host of
Aaras takes heed,
thus led to magnificence,
the opening of many doors, obscure visions and many more.
Ever since Dominus
took me there,
I swim in his blood
and sweat in his breath, hungry for Wytchfather.
Touched by the Angelic daemon,
thirsty for my Dark Lord.
There is a light of darkness that
touches me deeper
and deeper.
Only
Aaras
knows.
© A.Brown/Aeon Dminique
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