Horned halo
Darkhorn 
Transfixation 
At his constellation 
His name is Capricornus 
Halo horned 
Dawn of a black sun 
Darkness illuminated the goat of Mendes 
To hell we reign
On throne gold. 

By The Oracle of the Inverted Pentacle
Wolfhounds howl a nocturnal prayer

The first vernal butterfly
Reminded my eyes
Of the last caw of the crow

In a garden rich with roses
I saw the inverted pentacle
That reminded my mind
Of these visions from a past time

Sadistic Blasphemer is my epithet
My name is long lost amongst the orchard rich field

To be the hunter or the hunted
In a world of steel
The crying firmament...is the power and glory of the usurpation of the Macrocosmos

The mourning doves flew so silently
As A tyrant became a god
To be The pride amongst the stars
Sailing through ancient cosmic skies across the vast emptiness
To a kingdom So far...
So silently did the doves fly in the morning
To drink deep the firmament' lachrymation
The Lachrymose precipitation
Grief-stricken Waters
On Via dolorosa
To the emperor,
Who decrees, thusly:
"The universe submits to me
And amongst all streams of human sorrow
I am its quintessence".

His eyes, a stare into your souls
A stare like the winter so cold
Red as the running blood
And blacker than the blackest night
The cold winter winds, your skin they bite
On a lonely winter night
Bleakest sorrow
Flying free like the sparrow
Abandoned
The flock of birds disappear
Such as them
I am the lonely sparrow
Melancholy sings my name
Her whispers chill my bleeding veins
The sword all of joy slain
And dark love dies in my empty hands
I could not cry for its death
My tears had frozen
They could no longer flow
Like the river once had in an ancient time
Bells rusting
I could smell the dust settle from the wind in throe
Pain, its fire brightly glows.
It illuminates a way shining like gold
But worthless, as the lies unfold
As I open my eyes
I open my arms and cry
One last time.......