Horrors Of The Library

Azure arcana, cantrips in crimson
Have found their ways onto the stone
I beg for an eye to read what is written
To understand all that we’ve done
For what is a word in the absence of letters?
And what could they be without thought?
I beg for the wisdom to loosen our fetters
To recall the battles we’ve fought.

Now, see what the horrors have wrought
The library burns at the jester’s decree
Cries from the void “I’m the change that you sought”
So why are you fleeing from me?

Veridian chants, obsidian curses
Like ink turned our bleeding hearts black
I beg for a voice to give wings to these verses
So that we may bring ourselves back
O sires of chaos, o music of madness
Come guide us at last to our fate
I beg for a hand to take hold of the chalice
And thrust the key into the gate.

“I am the change you have sought, why are you fleeing from me?”

Burning essence
Flickers beneath translucent skin
Bearing matches
To set the last vestige of truth aflame
In the window
Paraselene round their lunar eyes
Here it shall come to pass as so many times before
Civilization undone by the whims of man made manifest.

Come, blinded
Muted
I am the carnage you’ve wrought in your efforts to see
Come, deafened
Heretic
I am the change that you’ve sought
Flee from me.