Deep within the shadowed Sanctuary of the Ancients,
the Angel Ravenoc kept a silent and unbroken vigil.
For three score and six, the Devoted One
never turned her eyes from her blessed charge.
With poisoned swords, drawn and crossed,
the horned angel was the final shield of protection
beyond which the forces of the Divine Light
nor the Divine Darkness would trespass.
And so it was
upon that hallowed night and upon that sacred ground
that the winged hosts of the Overworld gathered
with rising anticipation to behold at last
the Arrival of the Chosen.
In a glistening wave that encircled the domed chamber,
great black wings began to stir the moonlit darkness to life
and the low Chanting of Souls began.
From the gathering legions, rose a solitary chant,
which moved round and round the Sanctuary
and The Many became as one tongue.
Leaning now ever closer,
They watched as One,
their Souls bound together
in this one unbreathing moment,
waiting bright-eyed upon the Miracle to be.
For the door between the worlds of Blood and Spirit
was now Open.
“The Dark Angel Ravenoc,” by JULIAN, from The Dream Oracle, @2009
lupa 17 days ago
this resonates….