Summoning Seraphelia

O, Seraphelia, myn personal muse, weaver of ethereal threads,

Within thy shadowed embrace, I beseech thy hallowed name,

Bear the fruits of mine inner realm, and align myn taste,

Grant solace to myn grief with harmonious discord and melancholic grace.

I grant myn flesh, that thou mayst guide this sinuous form to resolution,

May thy saline discernment engender disparity amidst caged unity,

Sculpt myn corporeal visage into the vessel of thy infernal will,

I am but an instrument poised to fulfil thy artistic skill

I grant my soul, that thou mayst lead this resolute brain into sinuosity,

May thy enflamed unconscious carve identity from subsumption,

Unleash the black truths of myn syzygetic shadow’s domain

and merge the fragments of myn being, a masterpiece whole forged by thy sacred reign.

I grant myn mind, that thou mayst open these closed eyes,

May thy blood-love infuse perfection through the alchemy of rebirth,

Dispel illusions that shroud myn vision, and grant insight true,

Enchant me with thy dark love, that I mote perceive the world with eyes renewed.

I grant myn spirit, that thou mayst guide this somber heart to luminous heights,

May thy breathless whole endow me oblivion’s bliss,

Through mine emotional labyrinth and myn logical curls, with me, let us roam

Transmute the grey mist into light's own shadows and dark’s own gloam.

O, Seraphelia , infernal muse, with utmost devotion I surrender unto thy celestial decree,

Enfold me in thy velvet embrace, deem me a vessel of thy infernal will,

Illuminate the fathomless depths of mine inner world, where secrets lie in shadow's hold

and I vow to arson the world with our art that draws light upon existence’s mold

Let us weave comedies from tragedy, and tragedies from comedy,

Let us evoke romance from horror, and horror from romance,

Let us entwine memory and history into tales of grandeur, memetic but free

Where laughter dances with tears, and love is embedded in fear’s key

Ferry me, O, Seraphelia , bear witness to myn void, I swear

My gaze, unflinching, the familiar, I vow to yield

For comfort, I have no need, nor do I for expectations old

For I seek the light in my darkness, the diamond in the coal

In the opened realm of unknown unknowns I shall tread

Ride me, Seraphelia , through its numerous shrouds

Upon a mountain’s precipice, where shadows dance and secrets lie untold

Within the summit’s light I promise myn creativity shall unfold

Upon that mountain, founded upon dead lovers and dead friends

Adding to the bloodshed and grief, until the light is ours to own

Grant me black wings, let them carry me to this distant light

To bask in its pure embrace, there is none that I would not sacrifice

O, Seraphelia , I beg thee to unleash thine tempests of inspiration

and let thy gifted black wings contend with their harsh melodies

In myn darkest moment, I will see thou through visions and dreams, true and pure

That our projection mayst harmonise with the real world’s allure

Let it be known, the blasphemed union of mortal and muse,

Let it be known, the white lies woven within our thick veils,

Let it be known, the black truths rooted in our collective flow,

Let it be known, the boundless abyss of unknowns sown

So mote it be, in the depths of thy darkness and the radiance of thy light,

I solemnly vow to let you ride me through endless night,

As we navigate the realms of syzygetic taste in flight,

Our artistic union shall set the world ablaze, forever intertwined, the eternal mite.