The Faustian Winter

Domes occulting the firmament<br/> Spires towering the righteous<br/> <br/> Enthralled by roaring echoes<br/> Foreboding the final tide<br/> Contagious cry of apathy<br/> Tightening its iron grip<br/> <br/> The bitterness of regret<br/> And meaninglessness of grief<br/> Feed on inner repulsiveness<br/> A call from the depths of escapism<br/> <br/> Mask of the arisen dread<br/> Carved into immaculate stone<br/> The sudden surge of lucidity<br/> Still dwarfed by the leaning spires<br/> <br/> Domes occulting the firmament<br/> Spires towering the righteous<br/> <br/> Inhale the wondrous light<br/> From the bottomless chasm<br/> Regurgitate the pitiful waste<br/> That shapes your deformed crawl<br/> <br/> At long last, beneath the domes you will be unburdened…

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Herald the unsung dirge<br/> Arisen form of the blear nebula<br/> Indistinct, ever drawing closer<br/> Summoned and corporealized<br/> <br/> In gnosis, in unrest<br/> In lamentation and grim understanding<br/> of the eternal, sepulchral rite<br/> <br/> Slow are the mills<br/> That grind osseous matter<br/> To cosmic dust<br/> <br/> What am I?<br/> World’s lifeless extension…<br/> <br/> Where to next?<br/> Into sepulchral halls…<br/> <br/> Eternal, eternal is the rite…

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Dispersed dust I inhale<br/> Entrancing light of the flickering flame<br/> I shall make my descend<br/> Into these dark caverns of grief<br/> Where shadows of old self are buried<br/> The onyx vault of coenesthesia<br/> <br/> Deeper onward - towards old recurrence<br/> Ouroboros incarnate appears before me<br/> <br/> Weary of my sorrow<br/> I seek hands outstretched to relieve me<br/> How perspicuous, all things appear<br/> In the ghoulish light of bitterness<br/> Is it in the nature of all being<br/> Or is it merely my weakness?<br/> <br/> In the wake of this fateful hour<br/> In the absence of will to life<br/> The primordial truth, it now occurs to me:<br/> Life is a futile beacon in an eternity of blindness<br/> <br/> How can I bear these thoughts<br/> How can I keep on living?<br/> How can I see so clear<br/> Why can’t I resist?<br/> Why?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026

Lecherous servant of the tides<br/> That weave the existential plane<br/> Begotten from inward exhaustion<br/> Impugn, reveal, what is thy will?<br/> <br/> Streams of argentine tears<br/> Dirge of an essence shattered<br/> Thy woes shall be lifted<br/> <br/> Winter<br/> Commence thy great augmentation<br/> <br/> Augmentation, embodiment<br/> <br/> Descendance of the squashing nebula<br/> Perfection of the primal circle<br/> The tyrants of willinglessness<br/> Have summoned equilibrium…<br/> <br/> Something unspoken is drawing closer<br/> Ascending from winter’s cold soil<br/> <br/> Roots turn into tendrils<br/> Peering into nothingness<br/> Suffer the senses fading<br/> Enter finality,<br/> In this Faustian winter<br/> <br/> Enshrined in stillness<br/> Blessed be winter<br/> Engulfed in twilight<br/> Blessed be frost<br/> <br/> Time and again spires emerge<br/> Piercing the scarlet horizon<br/> Crumble, return to dust<br/> As earth will be earth<br/> End will be beginning<br/> <br/> Winter, commence thy reclamation<br/> Frozen still lifeless quiescence<br/> <br/> Time and again values reverse<br/> Hailing a darkened horizon<br/> Crumble, return to dust<br/> As earth will be earth<br/> End will be beginning<br/> <br/> Watcher – Servant!<br/> Fear not, for all will pass on<br/> <br/> Now that the domes and archways have turned to dust<br/> The burden of remembrance lies upon you

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026