Slithering Serendipity

Indra, wrath of the sea Will you set their spirits free? She holds the lightning She collects their stars They float to her Gathering before her feet Dead calm She coats them in clay To hide their flesh from the eye of Eden She buries the remains of what was stolen What they have gorged What they have eaten Dwelling in this place of murder This garden, this decaying womb Where the worms weave mazes in our tombs Leaves fall, sharp as thorns Serpent, make an anklet of your charm, and bind us as ragged statues Your scales imprint themselves into the drying clay Betraying how we once were flesh and blood Indra, wrath of the sea Will you set their spirits free? Will you rid their souls of greed? She is there in the blood's inferno In the bitterness of each cell In the shudder of our nerves In those contrary prayers exhaled by hate Everywhere she makes of horror, her comfort If with each word we win a victory over nothingness It is only the better to endure its reign We die in proportion to the words we fling around us Those who speak have no secrets, and we all speak We betray ourselves, and exhibit our hearts Executioners of the unspeakeable Each of us labours to destroy all mysteries Beginning with our own Burning moss Raven song Where do we belong? We are not the first Nor the last Hold fast Sapphire stardust Trapped within a broken mirror Watch you disappear Watch you glimmer Deep cut silhouette The ghost of a sunset As we hold its dripping blood What have we done? What have we become? She made a sheath for this knife With the footsteps from your skin The substance to destroy anything Fire dances, riots Chariots racing the falling stars Merciless to win I want it all, I want everything We are doomed to perdition each time life does not reveal itself as a miracle Each time the moment no longer moans in a supernatural shudder How to renew that sensation of plenitude, those seconds of delirium, those volcanic flashes Those wonders of fervour which reduce God to an accident of our clay? Endless hours and hopeless days, regret and decay Ednless hours and endless days, we drown in the same decay Slithering serendipity, serpentine susurrus of sea Made a sheath for this knife with the footsteps from your skin The substance to destroy anything Indrani, the mirror's key Ophidian seed, the ocean's voice Offers serendipity's slithering choice Dwelling in this place of murder This garden of crumbling time Where the worms weave mazes in our minds Sculpted in bone, eternised in stone The Womb of the World beckons her child home

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 04, 2026