Myrieen

Outsiders could never begin to understand As they hiss while passing the forsaken ruin Where ramparts lie wreathed in tenebrous ivy They have no memory of its halcyon age They have not felt their souls inflamed By the tingling rush of forbidden ecstasies Of stealing creative fires from the divine Of our cabal manifestation coming to life Once, this place thrummed with wild vitality Two daring minds crossed epiphanic galaxies There, we created our preternatural tulpa Truly beautiful, terrifyingly resplendent Boldly, we sipped those savory secrets Occult impetus fueling each other’s fires We wove enchantments to carry our spirits An amalgamated dream of true freedom Beyond the limits of mortal constraints We constructed a scintillating, chimeric angel Forged as an alloyed avatar of our dreams Stronger and more alive than either alone Our living manifesto took wing and flew Blazing like a comet across the firmament Mocking the paltry heat of stellar fires Transcribing our