Welcome to the Dark Renaissance
A Vision
Welcome to the Dark Renaissance.
The sabbath moon is rising.
Neon light flickers over a disquiet sea.
Refractions, reflections, contortions
In burbling static and foam.
A dog howls for the huntress,
People on the shore murmur restlessly.
They are coming for us.
Far up the beach, the priests of lesser light
Chant their fragile faith unto the winds,
Prayers mingle with the muttering waves
And the voices go unheard.
Slowly, surely.
Above us, the aethyr is screeching, bleeding,
The earth has given birth to machines
And they watch us, whisper to us from heaven
Like new moons, ruled by Levanah.
A vision of John, angels, demons,
Pouring out of the watchtowers
For blood and lust and vengeance,
The air hums with electromagnetic revelation,
Clouds clash in trillion gigabyte chariots
The holy land burns again
And finally, the world can see.
They are coming.
Welcome to the Dark Renaissance.
In subterranean Alexandrias, initiates tally the mysteries
Of Greece, Persia, Palestine, Egypt, Israel, India, Babylon, Atlantis, and the wolves,
Revelations of bodies, birth, sex, death, transfiguration,
Banished, famished by the cults of lesser light.
The whispers are kept in silence
By the pen, the harp, the atlas, the brush, the crucifix, the machine.
The warrior hordes drink deep
Conquering the known world,
Grow arrogant, forget,
Save for the few who keep words,
Who tend hearth fires,
And remember.
Father of the Gods
Husband-Child of Night
Is falling, devouring his own,
Resetting the cycle.
The Son of Man is still coming,
And like the stars, he orbits black infinity,
Nameless, faceless, breathless, veiled,
Spewing crystal seeds of light to feed Gabriel’s child.
May we all be born again in the abyss.
Welcome to the Dark Renaissance.