Post by dustin on Apr 15, 2014 8:17:57 GMT
Here is a poem that I wrote that chronicles the path an Initiate takes. I didn't quite know where to put it so I stuck it here. I think that the symbolism in it is worth reading into.
The Fool’s Errand
The first steps to the mountains of madness
The Fool takes his first steps into darkness
The Dragon’s fire awakens
His Craft shall be forsaken
For it is Path to walk against the light
As he learns of Terra’s might
The road that fills most with fright
He shall continue with silent steps
The Fool stops and listens
The eyes are weary and glisten
So he drifts into slumber
He encounters desires and lust
Temptresses beckoning to him, he must
The Fool comes to terms with his Nightside
The Serpent’s fire comes alive
And so it shall thrive
As he becomes the Magician
He sinks deeper into sleep
Without a sound, without a peep
The Magician explores unforetold realms
The poison is drunk, the Serpent blackens
His journey no longer fastened
As he learns the ways of death and the dead
Darkness turns to madness
The black serpent sprouts its wings
Lamenting angels shall sing
Of the Magician that flies among the living
Madness grows deeper
He becomes the maker of his own destiny
Death’s gift becomes a choice
To feed on the sleeping
Or to die and be renewed
The wings lose color, crystallize
The dragon becomes the void vehicle
That shall dissolve the lesser
And coagulate the greater
The body crystallizes, the flesh dissipates
The Magician who once was is no longer there
The two becomes one becomes none
Sex and death, the hands of Thanateros
The principles of pain and pleasure
Are the tools of the Adept
Such acts, such debauchery
Would make the Gash Order timid
But such ordeals shall breed perfection
Such is the Path, both twisted and perverse
Only the chosen shall traverse
So that they shall see
That like the Mobius curve
The truth that their end was their beginning
Even with no motion there is action taken
The Fool’s Errand
The first steps to the mountains of madness
The Fool takes his first steps into darkness
The Dragon’s fire awakens
His Craft shall be forsaken
For it is Path to walk against the light
As he learns of Terra’s might
The road that fills most with fright
He shall continue with silent steps
The Fool stops and listens
The eyes are weary and glisten
So he drifts into slumber
He encounters desires and lust
Temptresses beckoning to him, he must
The Fool comes to terms with his Nightside
The Serpent’s fire comes alive
And so it shall thrive
As he becomes the Magician
He sinks deeper into sleep
Without a sound, without a peep
The Magician explores unforetold realms
The poison is drunk, the Serpent blackens
His journey no longer fastened
As he learns the ways of death and the dead
Darkness turns to madness
The black serpent sprouts its wings
Lamenting angels shall sing
Of the Magician that flies among the living
Madness grows deeper
He becomes the maker of his own destiny
Death’s gift becomes a choice
To feed on the sleeping
Or to die and be renewed
The wings lose color, crystallize
The dragon becomes the void vehicle
That shall dissolve the lesser
And coagulate the greater
The body crystallizes, the flesh dissipates
The Magician who once was is no longer there
The two becomes one becomes none
Sex and death, the hands of Thanateros
The principles of pain and pleasure
Are the tools of the Adept
Such acts, such debauchery
Would make the Gash Order timid
But such ordeals shall breed perfection
Such is the Path, both twisted and perverse
Only the chosen shall traverse
So that they shall see
That like the Mobius curve
The truth that their end was their beginning
Even with no motion there is action taken