The Grand Conjuration
Majesty
Faithful me
Pour yourself
Into me
Wield your power
Martyr’s price
Stare me down
To the ground
The eyes
Of the devil
Fixed on
His sinners
Slake my thirst
Eternal wealth
Heathen key
Round my neck
This poetry
Of blasphemy
Know the sounds
Of infamy
The hands
Of Satan
Assembling
His flock
Pale horse
Rider
Searching
The earth
Whispered conjuration, a belief takes form
Choking hand tapping the veins in your throat
His orders in your mouth, a decree for domination
Beneath the tides of wisdom, spins the undertow of hate
Injected seeds of vengeance, usurper’s eyes of the powerless
Clean path to his kingdom beckoning in the mist
The grand conjuration