Flame of the Whirling Swords
Her gaze is alight With thunder and fire A tale filled with powers untold Her smile is insane Like a razor to vein She is Lightning to wake up my soul She set fire to the night To dance in its light Till yesterdays ashes are cold She’s the ravens delight The soul of the night With a hunger for darkness and souls Is this Love? Is this Lust? Is this fire and dust? Is this something I can’t understand? Is this wrong? Is this right? Is this evils respite? I am lost in this dance of the damned So I showed her my heart The dark empty parts All the thirst and the hunger within She swallowed my night Gave wings to my flight Stoking my fires of sin So we conquered the night To Dawns dark delight, Oh the promise of mourning and pain The rhyme is the reason Sweet madness in season The blood knows the memories made Is this Love? Is this Lust? Is this fire or dust? Is this something I can’t understand? Is this wrong? Is this right? Is this evils respite? I am lost in this dance of the damned.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Aug 21, 2026
In formless, nameless void A blazing sphere is born Reaches, rises, bears the world Calls the hatching souls On the endless paths of the serpent Back to primal luminance, the mortals coil In between, through Tiphareth and Yesod The crown’s spark of life descends deep into Malkuth’s soil Spine of the ether That carries the cosmos Ouroboros invisible Embrace us from beyond Dissolve our pain Of severance from you In your eyes The abyss stares at itself Scourge of all oblivion Flame of the whirling swords In your hands The end melts the beginning Bane of death’s triumph Flame of the whirling swords At the end of all things When infinity runs out When space has been devoured By the hunger of Sheol Remember us, and take us Into your storm of dissolution Your crush - our incantation Your whirling swords - our psalm
Submitted by SerpentEve — Aug 21, 2026