Spiraling ribbons levitate above the rustling zephyr Lunar silver, bewildered lavender infuse hazy harmonious hybrid Whispering celestial doctrine from Ancient Arcane Ancestors Ruins chant of another time, prophetically recited I am an elegantly saturnine anathema, a haunting specter But my ethereal soul still burns melodiously, so vibrant Like the satiric nightshade’s bittersweet, malefic nectar I am the fatal enchantress, siren seducing like a diamond Cataclysmic, foreboding, a sunken asomatous treasure An obscure forest where elder trees and retired rivers speak silent Manifesting their spirits only for the necromancer’s pleasure Orison to Mother Earth for the prolific wonder she’s provided Oracular, verdant reincarnation commence ascending final trimester Sol and Mani poetically rejoice as they entangle reunited Conceiving yet a predestined esthetic, eolian predecessor Leaving transient mortals perplexed, obeisantly enlightened Marveled by the beauty of the cosmos, and all of her divine architecture...