Anchoress in Furs

Forced to pause amid the breath of petrified nostrils Beastlike, primeval, looming A golden crown and raiment weigh heavy up his path Where opulence is ballast rise the corridors of savagery Feeleth it not a touch of a pale hand Heareth it not a warning chant No maw so eager to swallow tongues in abjection A grotesque mating dance No nakedness so hostile Chased uphill between silent monstrosities Minatorially echoing isolation Limbs wounded and basted with the salt of thе mountain The grimace of God's instinct is beautifiеd here And she shall not relent... A prayer for death as a poem to the stars Gold dust trickles through hands that reached towards the nightsky A rotten heart of greed is buried tonight Forsaken under rock, becoming clouds Bonfires fed with remains of fortune Let them be seen from afar! Chasten us all and never soothe the mountain "Sie waren wie große Vögel und dann waren die Trompeten zu hören. Und mitten in der Finsternis entstand ein weißer Schein Entsetzlich kalt! Ich dachte: Jetzt zerbricht die Erde in Himmel und Hölle! Und dazwischen: Nebel! Undurchdringlicher Nebel! Der Nebel ist gut, sonst würden wir sehen was wir nicht ertragen."

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 07, 2026