Prevenient from Føsphene by Føsphene

And woe kneeled, for his place among those sworn was cast.
Sullen eyes told of an arrival, set forlorn in ash.
For beneath tensile zeal, withered bronze-armor was sat.
Corroded to cinders and decaying to matte.
Longing to everlast, though coated in dust
The fabric of starlight's vigor collapsed in upon us

How Coarse the beasts flesh,
Reflecting the red tint sky
Expelled fumes flamed,
The shadows unraveling, whose ashen cloud is praised

Empirical eyes
Pitched backwards
Without sight
To kneel beside
Resented forms
For harkened cry
For I despond
Hallowed soul,
Blinking away;
eternal woe

Father should I,
grip shadow,
And embrace night?
All that I find,
Decaying vision
Blackened shrines
Nether upon,
Shouldered cold,
Stripped of all I've ever known

I stand below
Ashlar bone,
Shattered stone
Pallid betrothed,
Towering downfall,
In eternal glow
Sunken eyes
Trace the shape,
Of the gallows throne,
Insipid fate

Prosaic shrine
Shimmering idol,
shrouded reply
Whereunto thine?
Headless acts,
fortune surmise
Adrift once more,
The swells breach
Tattered banners,
heir's creed

Shattered
Stupor,
Befallen...forsaken
Forms
Before me
Wander,
And convene

Stilled to naught
Condensed to ice in frivolous thought
The fray is taut,
Misshapen lines, dismay and rot
For vision clouds,
Terse reach,
I've fallen prey
To what I seek

This dying light
Formless shadows, Impede my sight.
For valorant fall,
To brush away tear, sorrow to be no more
And as this coil belies,
Such Stolid cry,
Death melds to life,
On which brink… will I collide?

Imago dei.
Such instrument to justification.
Enfleshed, this paralyzed agency.
In feathered immanence to rise,
renewed in transgression.
Cast wake, our arks's cerulean venture compels Ararat's peak.
Via salutis, mooring to shores of tranquil, alight in availed form, Sanctification through dusks awning.
The prevenient; ushered without consequence now dictates eternal disposition.
To realize streets gold, for souls partition mold.
For glorification's import I dawn wings, erupt from whence my spine returns to dust

Is one to know?
To unveil solemn shroud?
Is one to bow?
To inherent forgone vows?
Tablets erode under Eternities grindstone
Limitless lament, In purposeless tragedy.
Who are we but those Whom Witness,
The curtains, To fall?

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