Procession surging
Steel frames turn within
The ancient bronze cage
Thuraya
Cast open the portal
Gates of mercy
Lead by the light, we enter
Into the path of void
The quintessent doorway
Tracing violet shadows
Unfaltering steps to the outer dark
Eldritch hymns infinitely echo
Voices reverberate in mazes of glass
Grasping elder keys
Gnarled hands beckon
Gaze upon faces of dread
Sanctified
Unfolding routes through emerald spirals
An infinite thread of iridescent light
Synesthetic submergence saturates the mind
Our realities endlessly redefined
Turning elder keys, latches unlock
Stare upon visions of dread
Faces of Istehar, of Istehar
Pieces falling from patterned skies
Countless patterns forming, myriad
Prospects shaped from stygian lies
Lies segmenting slowly, myriad
Eyes now see, your own eyes
Promethean
Eyes now sealed, can’t use eyes
Promethean
Skin now blends, flesh as one
Promethean
Self now hive, amaranth
Promethean