The Offering of Hemlock

Immaculate adroitness into the Art of Dreaming
Silver perseverance, forged deep within the Lunar caves
An ionized shade becomes enshrouded by Light
Blood risen sword and an athame drenched in poison
The Gates to the Other I reclaim, with Silence and Might
A thousand tongues caress the walls of the chamber,
As the fire of hemlock boils across my astral veins
Fumigating chants in ancient, undead, primordial dialects
Reveal and grant my sacred and eternal Name,
The inner syllabus I lisper, as I call upon the Gods of Night
I have become, a rite of passage and thus,
The Perpetual Azoth I witness before my shattering form