Aaron's Brave Heart

Ashtar Sheran



At Christmas Eve, nearby a cozy stove,
I was dreaming of faraway lands,
it was then that you approached me from above,
and Visited me finally, with an unwavering stance.

I looked at you like a bare ghost of spook,
isolated on this plane as a lonely missionary,
for I perceive it all in different tones and looks,
I yearn to catch onto your gestures and twitches so visionary.

I am not in the Netherworld of Family United,
nor do I dwell in the same realm as humankind;
both at day and night I roam in lands so lonely sighted,
resembling emptiness outside a portal, when declined.

For we know that it's all like Hogwarts
when the muggles find themselves in a Terra Firma of rags,
Had you tried to move forward or inward,
you shall sink only in different atmosferic levels that flag

the hostile external Elemental bleakness,
when you are destined not to Come In;
so I shall cherish every single uniqueness
when I hear your voice to speak to me or sing.

And today, I heard you, when I mourned,
that you expected something more
"So far, so good" your utterance warmed
me and I understood what you bore.

My grief for your mistake in the past,
combined with what our television bellows,
Did I have Faith or did I feel like it's the last
hours of our polluted egregor, oh, Hell no!

I know that the 21st of December
was the alignment so dearly awaited
and now I truly do Rembember
that it transitioned to the Higher State initiated.

For the 144 000 Еаrthmen have Awoken
Blaring their Trumpets to the Sky,
the Number Blessed was Reached, so soak in
the Angelic Sea of Triumph at the Gaia's High.

Ashtar, Forgive me for My Doubt!
As I am surrounded by fake news
and it's hard to tell the truth amid a crowd
that always has a path to choose...!

Forgive me and Smile!
It is truly now that I do deeply know
you want me to believe in your success, while
I give you some more time for it to show...

Yes, a Blessed Hour!
Zombies and ghouls will despair their reign!
Pour down, oh Angelic Shower...!
The Victory is Ours, Now Put an End to Pain!

A Lost Girl


I want to dream of Heaven
so full of hopes I went to sleep
I though my Astral I would leaven
the Non-Existance of my weeps.

But what was the horrorful surprise
when I slowly but securely found out
that It was the same Old Disguise
that makes me out of obscurity shout!

I wandered nearby
the same buildings full of noone
lantern-flashing windows below the sky
weighing down as Uranium alone.

Oh, I tried to soar up in my dreams
but ended up in the cosmic Astral
but not inhabited, instead it seems
that it is Nothingness between all portals.

At night, I would believe
that the Cosmos was vivid of aliens
with their Spaceships that leave
their same dimensional planes as sapiens

that share the same skies and time
it turned out that Light is an illusion
when travelling so far, where does it entwine
dispersed out of reach in intergalactic confusion?

Oh, The Sky is full of a dense blue gas
where you would breathe pressuring ethane
it feels like Uranus soul reached our air with its whole mass,
as indeed space objects are projections reaching isolated plane.

Our spaceships that have truly
visited the Vacuum of the Veil
Reviving it, as it is surely
Communication that gives colours through a tale...

I have not departed as of Yet;
I am not among the human beings designing;
Astral, Etheric or Spiritual; I'm Death.
that entered the Veil Essence as honey shining,

so as I tried to enter upward and backward,
sideways, up, down,
I never reached a state but the Same Place Stored,
I tried to Swirl Creation but none

of it Managed to Do its Magic,
non a Single Approximation Asympthotic or a vortex,
and somehow in this state tragic,
it just stopped twisting and it stopped to flex so complex.

Instead, it rained down as Tears
turning into an Ocean Soup without a bottom
where all the dreaded fears
disintegrated back to be respawned by Unbegotten.

Something unseen and unbelievable!
The Perfect Solution for Creation
got a new form, this time waves upheavable
and new Matrical Ways for Formation.

Cry, you lonely Messiah Girl.
As your presence ends in between
the edge of your body, spirit and it whirls
nowhere to be found or to be seen...!!

A Bulgarian Girl's Letter to Black Women

I once have been braided
with colourful threads so Wild.
Strong, assertive, independant, unjaded,
I want to share a Tale of Fright.

When you refer to white people
as the true nightmare that overstepped;
I want to tell you about UnderTransilvania's steep hills
with mountains so pure and swamps, forests ahead...

There was a Great Empire
where the Bogomils were Pure in Faith
and Medieval Kings of Fire
put a banner in a new Land where they Stayed.

Khan Asparuh was of noble origin;
and his Sons spread the Teachings abroad
and Khans and Kings to follow in this region
were Dignified, In Virtues they Awed.

We took the Faith of Christians,
following a new path after Pagan Oaths,
for in about 1400 years Petur Dunov's allegiance
revived the Bogomil's Emanations of Hopes.

Sadly, through the time,
engaged in wars of their kingdom's reign
they forgot their origins so fine
and instilled with Samuil an Avid domaign.

Did you know, with Simeon,
we Owned the Borders of three Sees,
and Sothwards Fights on Lands of an Acient Pharaon,
and Black Men doing Their Sacred Deeds,

Putting plates theurgic under the lip skin,
with rites for their African Deity Beliefs,
All nations except for some aspired as to WIN,
and now the Story turns to Grief.

In 1396 a Wretched Omen
entered the Lands of the Royal Family deadening
Brothers Quarreled for Territory, sowing
the beginning of a New warlike style so Great but Menacing.

The Ottomans attacked from South
and they showed no Mercy in Allah's name
so Much Passion for their God without dobut
but for the others - A True Bane.

Tell me, you Reinforced Black Woman?
How does it feel to smash enemies that stand
in your way, I'm proud of you grooving,
as this happened also in my White Land.

They came like a plague of doom,
massacrating everywhere,
corpses piling up and blood in fire fumes,
wives, children, elderly and pairs.

And then we turned into slaves,
we had houses, animals even,
but we were deprived of right of Faith
and we had to pay duty not even,

as it was pillaging,
95 percent of all,
and even our Firstborn boys were taken in,
to turn into Enichery of the Sultan Tzar.

But the bashibozuk irregular military source
that fed from Slaughtering and Marauder
rode on their Horses with Brute Force
taking pleasure in the smash of skulls and pulled back hair.

They raped the wives and their daughters
sliced their Father's throats before their eyes
and at night they entered through their doors
they blackmailed with gory threats to change our faith in the skies,

They were an utter fear,
and the Pasha in the Khonak was inspecting ever
and then the time of Rebellion came near;
with Ottoman Police the plotters' in the streets their lives severed

Our Apostle of Freedom, Levski Vasil
Was with Lion Golden Hair and Blue eyes
and he hid in their horse formations so still
ever so brave, ever sneaky and wise.

But they caught him and hung him,
Tragedy of us all,
In 500 years the Rebellion was destined to begin
so chaotic, desperate but shall

a SPIRIT THAT FIGHTS FOR FREEDOM
Meets the enemy in Face
when they out of barut were left and djanum,
they Took Their's Brothers Corpses and they Paced

Throwing their Beloved Comrades Dead
and the Empire ruler fleed in horror
and thanks to the Russian Holy Help it was Led
to Freedom and our Knyaz Rodina, oh the dreamt tomorrow!!

I shall surely mention
that in the century last
the new born Turk conscience rationed
subsidies for Churches unlike the past.

So I have no hatred
for what has been before;
I just want it to be Said;
Oh Freedom is So Good for Sure!

And when freedom is regained,
come the testimonies new;
we need to prove that we can be abstained
from treachery of the kin for the few.

Neither agression so racial,
or the cult for the foreign cultures,
should fool us so WE SHALL
Be United and to Burn the WORST!

Финголфин



Звезден владетел гордо гледа

от Крепост Северна, сияйна,

ала сянка на чернота полу-бледа

се плъзга по брадичката му всеотдайна,

без да може да навлезе

през обивката му тяло като Митрил,

като шлем нахлузи, той небесен,

лъщи като отблясъци на лекокрил.

О, ала отвъд пределите на равнината Ард-гален

Лорд на Мрака спотаил се, се укрил -

Дето нивга няма да настане ден.



В здрач под звездите хладни и омайни

от Нолдорски хълмове укрепени,

до Тангородримските места потайни,

нощ тъй зимна, вцепенени



елфите посрещнали онуй, де

що преди отричали тъй жарко,

че Смъртта нивга не ще нахлуй, не,

в намерения и помесли, че ярко



разбирали истина една;

тяхното безсмъртие, задруга мила,

те създадени са точно за това

да творят красота и чест, що подмладила



техните сърца на мъдреци

с всяка чиста мисъл

и постъпка,



но освен това са храбреци,



със достойнство, де не се потъпква.



Ала да премрежваш сладко

своите очи на елфи и сътворци,

просто предвещание е кратко,

преди насила да пребъдете, бойци.



Да, ... аз виждам, че раздора

винаги е идвал от предела,

Саурон и Моргот са умора,

дето паяжини била заплела...



Феаноровият клон се противил тъй бясно,

но те са вечно били горделиви,

И сал за вождовете Ангрод и Аегнор било ясно,

що за сенки се захранвали тъй криви.



Понеже техните земи

гледали към Тангородрим опасен,

ужас в техните очи,

сянка във сърце и хаос безгласен.



Ала Моргот атакувал;

тласнал реки от пламък и балрози,

ненадейно той щурмувал

и те разбрали що тъй страшно ги грози.



Нолдори мнозина, изящни и красиви,

не успели да побегнат енергично;

дори краката им ловки и всемилостиви

не успяли да преварят; и загинали -

стоично.



Четвъртото велико сражение,

предвещано от зима - меланхолична, музикална,

била едно немислимо прозрение,

за добрина несбъдната в началото; бе епохално.



Дагор Браголах, о, красота батална!

Вражески армии прииждат,

крепостта превземат всебезжално,

и Нолдори изклали, де що виждат.



Сраженията не затихвали;

и Моргот се оттегли, се разстла,

кокиче в косите; о, стигали

адските енергии на Глаурунга,



дракон, прародител, дето

с огън и жупел изгорил в агония,

и елфите висши - в небитието,

на Залите да чакат безбронния.



Оцелели приел ги в Дориат,

чистокръвен елфически крал,

Тингол им дал покрив в тоз свят,

а други - в Осирианд горски и бял.



Финголфиновите синове

не бяха в битката спасени

Фингон и баща му ги обзе

мъка до лудост, дето са сразени!



Войната тръгнала на зле

за синовете Феанорови дори,

областите всички, дето бе

на елфите - свети земи,



бяха погълнати - о, проход Аглон,

благородниците елфи се оттеглиха, укриха,

кой тичешком, кой на кон,

Финголфин дочу, Дортонион дори убиха.



Тогава бяс кралска го обзе,

онази ярост на честта,

че всичко свято му отне,

тук идва поривът на гордостта,



че той реши да предизвика

на Злото Краля в тъмните земи,

и дочу му Моргот ужасено вика,

и от страх разстресе се, дори се скри.



Финголфин започна тъй да наближава,

като стихията от прахоляка пред коня Рохалор,

и Бауглир не смееше да мръдне, и не дава

тялото му вцепенено да помести се, О, Мор!



И ето Финголфин застана

пред портите на Ангбанд сами

И извика се "Крал на Страхливци", обхвана

го Моргот високомерне и се разпяни,



и излезе като Страшилище,

като Исполин висок, в прокълнат метал,

и Финголфин се впусна, или ще

срази го, или ще бъде премазан във провал.



Финголфин заскача се, невидимо и бясно,

неуловим в фрагменти на окото,

Моргот замахваше Гронд Несвястно,

Чука на Подземното и на Злото,



и рани тежки Злия получи,

в крак навек наранен, че да куца,

уморен, той Гронд стовари! - и улучи...!

...

А Финголфин стана - пихтиеста буца.



Садистично и ехидно

Моргот с нечовешки тежка стъпка

врата прекърши като съчка ситно

и Шлема на Свещеност.. Символа утъпка.



Цялата Средна Земя и отвъд

отекна с душа раздрана, оплаквачка,

и всички елфи усетиха страшния съд,

че най-достойният крал бе тъй смачкан.



Даже нивга в дално време

песни скръбни не ще да запеят,

защото туй непосилно време

уби дори покрусата, о, те немеят.



Тъй загина Финголфин.

Най-благородния и храбър сред тях

от всички Нолдори, крал бе един

но Торондор на Манве просвистя "..хххх.....~~~"



и сграбчи тялото недоосквернено,

и го отведе на далечен връх,

де гледал към долината Гондолин, и то с пленено

сърце и с необятно притаяван дъх.



Там Трургон скръбно и синовно

придошъл и издигнал могила,

де куцащия Моргот не дори мисловно

не би пристъпил, що за сила



сияе и се разпростира

от гроба тъй паметен на Финголфин;

Тайнствени отласъци се ширят,

....

И Споменът за него е Един.



И всички навсегда тъй призрачно ще да го дирят!

"Fingolfin"



A starry ruler observes with pride
from a fortress of the North that shines
but a half-pale shadow so black as a tide
slides on his chin so bountiful on the outlines,

without being able to enter inside him
through his shell, impenetrable Mithril,
when a helmet he puts on, skyly brimmed
he glistens as the gleams of angels' will.

Oh, but beyond the plane of Ard-Galen,
the Lord of Murk lurks and hides,
where it won't ever be bright - in his den.

Twilight under chilly and spellbouding stars;
Noldor hills are fortified;
Thangorodrim's places so mysterious and far,
winter night was petrified.

The elves faced what they did
reject so fervently even;
as they Death allowed not to bid
to enter their thoughts, they believed in

a truce so brightly resounding;
that their immortality a fellowship is,
they were created to be surrounding
their realms with honour, beauty, to kiss

with youth eternal their wise hearts
every sincere notion or deed;
they are also brave, when fighting wars

dignity shall they retain, so freed.

Yet ignorance so doozy sweet
dimming their elven eyes of co-creators
is just an omen for hidden deceit
before being forced to face warfare;
instead of smelling atars.

Yes, I see that the discord
always came from the borders
Sauron and Morgoth the Lord
are pest, nesting in spider webs;
arming Orc orders.

The Feanor family branch opposed;
as it was ever so haughty, self-convinced,
only Angrod and Aegnor did suppose
so clearly what shadows planned to mince.

As their Lands so Fair
fronted Thangorodrim so dangerous,
they were horrified by this lair,
a premonition, clenching their hearts -
so canorous.

Yet Morgoth finally attacked;
he spurred rivers out of flames and Balrogs,
he stormed so unexpected and pitch black,
and Elven ones did suddenly perceive the odds.

Too many of the Noldor so beauteous,
did not manage to escape so energetic,
even their swifty and merciful legs didn't cope with those
lava dense gushes as to outrun; they burnt aesthetic.

The Fourth Battle Great,
foretold by a winter of music melancholic,
was an insight of Fate
for goodness unachieved initally, metabolic.

Dagor Bragollach, oh, combat so epic!
The enemy's army is approaching near;
they conquered the fortress High of this epoch
and the Noldors they gutted and cut their ears.

The action did not calm down;
but Morgoth finally withdrew and dispersed;
snowdrops in the hairs and in the crown;
the hellish energy of Glaurung so cursed,

a dragon, originator, that
spews fire and sulfur out of its maw,
and the High elves agonised so bad,
sent to Mandos' Halls to wait for the shieldless one ~ at dawn.

Doriath sheltered some survived ones,
Thingol gave them support and cures,
others to Osiriand so forestal ran,
even beyond in the wasteland obscure.

The Sons of Fingolfin, valiant heirs,
weren't saved; they died in the war;
Fingon and his father acquired mortified air,
as they were defeated; and lost their Family core.

The war was ever worsening,
even for Feanor's sons,
the regions of elves were burning,
holy lands ruined to ashy sands,

all was engulfed - oh, passage of Aglon,
the noble elves reatreated and hid,
whoever used a horse, whoever tried to run,
Fingolfin has heard they even Dortonion undid.

Then he was overtaken by fury,
honour's pride that burns so high,
due to Morgoth the Enemy he had to bury
his kin and family, the desecrated wives.

An impetus of royal soul
made him challenge the King of Evil
in his own domain so foul,
Morgoth heard the roar and felt so feeble
in the face of the King's growl.

Fingolfin started approaching him,
just like the storm of dust in the hooves of Rochallor,
the stallion brave and Morgoth so grim
did not dear move, as he was terrified to cross the door.

Fingolfin did at last stand
before the gates of Angband black and caged,
he uttered "You King of Cowards in this Land!"
and Morgoth heard him, got enraged.

So Bauglir got outside as an Ogre,
tall as a Giant, armoured in black,
Fingolfin attacked him, therefore
he would either win, or get dreadfully smacked.

Fingolfin started jumping around,
so invisible and so elusive,
Morgoth was swinging Grond so bound,
the Hammer of the Underwold Abusive.

Deep wounds did the Evil one get,
his leg got crippled ` forevermore `
exhaused he unleashed Ground and it was said
that he Hit the King and turned him into gore...!

So sadistic and arrogant
Morgoth, with a heavy inhumane foot
stepped on his head and his pineal gland,
so sacred he turned into twigs of blood.

The whole Middle Earth and Beyond
echoed with torn soul, as a howler,
all Elves felt that happened by Grond,
the most dignified king was dead, outpowered.

Never in the times to come so hurting
songs wouldn't honour his memory,
as this is too heavy a burden,
it killed even mourns of emory.

So this is how Fingolfin died.
The most noble and brave among all
Noldors, a King so Dignified
but Torondor of Manwe Swished its wings and he shall

grab the corpse in process of defiling,
it carried him to a cliff so unreachably up,
with view to Gondolin, with reconciling
influence and breaths held before the air at the top.

Thurgon travelled there out of the duty of a son
he turned the place into a hillock
so the limping Morgoth wouldn't dare spread his sound
even with his thoughts, as it's a shock

what a power emanated is
from the grave of Fingolfin beloved;
secret reflections scatter bliss...
The memorial stands there so proud of;

And everyone shall always his Presence Seek and Miss.

"Sauron Met a Strange Fairy"



"Gandalf, Galadriel, Elrond, Bilbo, Frodo, and even Sam"

Where Frodo said goodbye
to Legolas and Aragorn
Merry and Pippin, he tried
to feel the future-born

peace, as he was smart;
Valinor he did percieve
already, alas, from afar
he sensed the black shadow that qui vive.

Oh, the lingering sensation
of how would Arwen die
turning into a river in a dimension
where no life could continue, it cried.

It actually was the blue-eyed
rather athletic Gollum
that heard the truce behind
"Balrog of Morgoth", oh, hm!

What does the Light,
when Gandalf entered at the fifth dawn,
meant, for in fright
the balrog got prolonged as a trumpheting sound.

Whoever knows the Elohim,
would actually understand
that each sound is intention within,
that resonates with soul and stance.

So, Frodo actually felt
how the end of the fellowship of brothers
coudn't be separate, as wealth
true the story of the Rings did father.

Yes, once upon a time Celebrimbor~us
was the elve of Sauron's initiation
where the rings were crafted, now a thorus
swirls around sparks of blacksmith creation.

Yes, whatever you hit
between fire, metal and stone,
does forever give life to it,
whatever is underneath born.

A mysterious lady in white,
with black hair so unknown,
visited the brightening sky,
where Sauron's volcano's grown.

Where it erupted,
a mystery for boggling minds,
how is it possible something by him corrupted
to be destroyed in his work, but it finds

itself very so known in mind,
At Least in Gandalf and Galadriel's ones of thoughts,
what did they feel when then the plans unwind
before their eyes, as it future it beholds.

This lady so alien
appeared from nothing,
she was also sapient,
an Elohim of something.

And she felt once upon a dream,
when she was creating divinations,
that it would actually seem,
that this One Ring's creation

was actually powerful
as hid hid Elven script,
that emanated also Celebrimbor's blue colour, full
of power seeking dominative crypt...

Well, she was too smart,
so she projected herself there,
she entered blackened cooled down lava
and toward
it she inclined her hair fair.

She saw inside the remainders
and a roaming soul inhaling gluttonously souls
of the ambience and the finder
of the new Sauron's plan she was; she caught his ghoul.

She immediately chained him;
black-mattered steel around his skin;
his blood-red hair was falling so dim
but actually shoutingly bright from within.

She laughed at him and started singing,
enchanted him with unknown powers,
as she his image attained and was blinking
with elven-like source faye; it showers

ashes contained in frosty manna drops
but inside the fuels burning
that dimmed the skies of Mordor's top,
and she was slowly turning

into an Elve of The Noldor Kind;
she was chanting and hailing
and he couldn't possibly unwind
what a spell her words were portraying.

She was a Mirror of Himself
and he saw what he could also be from afar,
she joked: "Please ask yourself,
Annatar, how predictable you are!"

And she lured him with her moving eyes
as a witchy queen of elven forests
in the form that Sam saw once in his highs,
and he was intrigued, and so surest.

Then, she led him at the ocean sands,
where he didn't even this time feel
Ulmo's threat, as her cheerful chants
where moving his legs like wheels.

She turned her back to him;
her hair - was super straight and falling,
and she acquired angel wings,
and she didn't catch her face during her mysterious calling.

What she evoked, what she created,
in a silestesic twists and whirls,
she slowly started rotating ... he was fated
to make a Choice and face her Facial Thrills.

Oh it was said, that she normally had
a face of childlike purity and passion
but had she turn around to sound in that
direction, everyone trembled so ashened.

As no one, no one ever could capture
the mysterious glare coming from her eye, left intuition,
and they knew... it would be a rapture
if she ever turned fully back to her normal position.

" The Second Music of Creation "



As Morgoth was landing high,
from snowy fortress reigns,
above Angbands welled-black starry sky,
he silent does remain...

and he starts singing......
from the top of his dreams
on a pike, where it raining is
with mysteriosly shining gleams

and it goes...:

"I forgot that I might see
So many beautiful things
I forgot that I might need
To find out what life could be

Beautiful things

Take this happy ending away
It's all the same
God won't waste this simplicity
On possibility
Get me up, wake me up, dreams are filling
This trace of blame
Frozen still I thought I could stop
Now who's gonna wait?
So many beautiful things
So many beautiful things

Now what do I do?
Can I change my mind?
Did I think things through?
It was once my life
It was my life at one time" (quote from BXVUTIFUL THINGS - MYSTXRIVL)

So he flies away from there
as a vampire pouring blood
from his theeth as holy essence; flair,
his floating mantle floods

the region with icy snow
falling stars from his cosmic cloak
that is; who could ever know
that the Earth would kindly soak

in a very thin and gentle layer
where he instilled;
wishes and promises fair,
as a God good-willed...

Then he reaches the end
of the Angband lonely field
and it above the ground went,
teleported itself to wield

the upper terrain so lifeless
in the first sign of new maintaining
arrangments of Middle Earth's nest
dimensions like stairs changing.

Where synchronicity does run
between the time corridors,
where space can grow in shunned
isles, or rivers or clusters... and doors.

So he finds himself before
a surprising portal that opens
that leads to the ancient lore
somethig unbelievable happens.

He enters and feels inspired
as to how empty it is
void of Middle Earth's past shires
and history so kissed.

He feels it starts anew
but this time Eru sings along
He is the First Sound, the wheel
and here goes the song..:

"Thou shalt have no other Gods
Before me
Estas volando (despertad)
Estas volando
Estas volando (despertad)
Estas volando
And God said, let there be light, and there was light
God called, the light day
And the darkness, he called night
The power, and, the glory...
Glory, glory, glory
Despertad, despertad, despertad, despertad, despertad...
Thou shalt have no other Gods, Before me
Estas volando
Estas volando " - Shinnobu "Of Return to Mysticism"

Immediately the song shapes
his Utterance of Understanding,
what does it Mean to create
as the First Willing so Fate-ing.

Yes, another God indeed,
you shall not have ~ before me;
as a Local Son to bid
as Highest First, Fathering Thee.

What did it feel for blackened malice
that dwelled in the void of chaos
that is mixed with the shadow chalice
... indeed for the Unbegotten's clause?

When you believe that the Flame Eternal
is somewhere nowhere to be found
outside the Inner Spark of Whirpools
that is also sounds...

The void, of Morgoth dear,
is the primary unmanifested,
the first tissue, so hear,
shall it realy be infested?

Did you truly understand
what is that does make you God?
It is respect for lower life when
you can abuse, but it is thought

that it shall never be reached
until you embrace humble compassion;
even if it is the blackest pitch,
remember the Ghosts' loneliness ashened

before, when He resided there
as the All that Unfathered is
where you can create life to share
with equals the immortal bliss...!

And when you finally hear
what you could be destined to be;
the depth of melancholic nights, so dear,
So the More Goth cathedrals you see..!

Did you feel it when you uttered
"Let there be Light"
that it is not equal for battles shattered
it's not about the dual fight

day and night are just an expression of
what was more compressed before;
even united spiritual forms are, thereof,
already separated from the core....

Did you feel the despair
and hope one having reached it
the Creating Flame, so dare
be a God of Forms, Unique With

Your own experience gathered;
after You swirled under the crown
the divinity that was fathered
in Eru's first attempt, oh fragment son...

Now that the crimes weigh down
your burdened heavy soul
You just blissfuly shine and wow
to the New Chrystic slow

vibration of pitched down sounds
homogenous and so alive and causating,
the Ainur and the other ones
start singing along .. The Second Music of Creation!

"Ever since he can remember people have died in his good name
Long before that September
Long before hijacking planes
He's lost the will he can't decide
He doesn't know who's right or wrong
But there's one thing that he's sure of this has been going on too long" - BL▲CK CEILING - Girl Money

Yahweh



I, a young juvenile of the Azraelites,
born in a legacy of the knowledge occult,
am passing through a portal of megalites,
and I find myself before the Catherdal as a result.

"Wow!" I'm saying to myself alone;
adventurous and full of sacred passion;
the Old Testament on the piazza stone
appears and I touch it with compassion...

As I already knew it; this was the Chapel
of the Pope and Vatican's hidden secrets.
I immediately felt all the alphabets, oh Apple
of Eden that is a corridor of pure, and decrets.

But I smirked, as I already unveiled
all the mysterioes you thought so deep.
I know their emanations, so pale,
I luminescate and I see how you creep.

Lurking as a lizzard, but I have an entrance
with my steps, the knights and monks start clattering,
will you be seeking your evil pervert vengence?
My Mother has accumulated it, lived it and so ever flattering,

she gave the new Music of Creation
that can give and transmutate the life
of everything that breathes, vibrates in elation...
So the Word rearranges itself and it glyphes

the Magical Alchemical Symbols Combined
that now revived the deepest of the source
and Yahweh's Wrath, a myth so divine
that means unleashing the Purifying lore.

Are you the Unbegotten?
Or an Elohim of Forms...
Have you ever been forgotten?
Are you Jewish or alien, endorse?

I already sensed you had in common
the same Rage but avid, power-seeking,
in the ancient times of consciense so Aramean,
Neo-Assyrian of domination, keeping

in mind what would come later;
as the Unfathered really merged with you;
when with the same Wrath as a Father
he cried for Lucifer and the lost, misguided, who

would be doomed to a fate so blessed in destruction,
and this is the true meaning behind encoded God
in the Testament and Thou were in the process of construction;
for if abandoned by all, he would be alone and separated, yet so Awed.

Mixing a sacred meaning with what's inverted;
however, you shall see the Day,
the Hour when it will further swing the perverted
and you shall Become, so it Shall be Thine Way.

Yahweh, I never read the Bible.
I just touched its black covers with a golden cross
I felt the pouring rage so archetypal,
I lived all the Holy Script's stories and I encrypted the Laws.

The Vatican library is an entity living,
that possesses a free will;
it shall live on no one else's bidding;
the books come to life so still,

now that Yahweh's been born
as a cosmogenic Mythical Dios of Stariya Zavet,
they are not hidden or forlorn
and the metals clatter, Enoch and Solomon's symbols, go ahead,

go ahead and let the Word of God flow!
Let Merikhene Say Bohrensee!
So, Light, Now Go!
Illumination and Chrystic Energy shall BE!

When I read the free accessible teaching,
of Physics of Esothery, and then Urantia of Andromeda,
was it weird for me, that I'm preaching
more easily of the Ain Sof divinity Energy undistinguished to better?

Yes, I have see the Primary Force Organisers
transforming potency into primordial force
before appearing as universe powers, equalisers,
transmutation of some Absolute source.

Havona's Energy, oh the Triata,
is what Yahweh truly's meant to emanate;
oh Sephirots, the Guardians of the Unfathered,
The Son and Holy Spirit, have you seen how beautiful is their state....?

I shall call the Son for Now;
he didn't quite want to be a Pope;
so in Bulgaria's parallel universe he shall
Be the King of the Azraelites' hope...!

Oh, The Naive Holy Ghost

I've been feeling Love
I've been feeling the Presence of Havona
I've sensed it - The Holy Dove
Is Naive for One Thing, for He's Shown An

Innermost Belief and Faith
for that They are Loyal to Him
The residents of Paradise, Saith
He, Will Never Abondon My Hymn!

He's been playful and sweet,
goofy, a bit silly with a smile of merrigold,
for the Centre, The Heavenly Beat
is Unified and it Shall be Pure Forevermore, it's Told!

Protected from all that's corrupted,
all bad that comes from within;
the God's ThunderStorm that errupted
out of abandonment has been...

But The Innermost Isle,
and the Surrounding Levels of Heaven,
Are Never Traitors so Vile..

And This Makes Him so Vulnearbly Blessing!

But Indeed, I know so Sure.
They are So Loyal to The Trinity
and I upheave myself and It's blurred
in sinesthesia of the Divinity...

Sing to Me, You Loyal Child!
This is Where the Absolute Reigns!
All the Tears of Cold so Mild....
I can see your Deepest Pain...!

I always Give my Children What they Want.
But Responsibility does come With Choices.
You May Seem to have become an Absolute Wound..
But Eternal You Are, as Life This Truce Rejoices..!

Oh, Atlantis, Broken Heart

In these times of New Age Golden
where so many teachings thrive
I know a young heart sought in
the deepest of the Self new life.

I know  that Petur Dunov,
Toth of Pre-Atlantis time,
also known as Beinsa Duno
among White Brotherhood that shines,

is the one who taught in Egypt
and his legacy was brought Eastwards,
in this Earth of hidden crypts,
the Children of the Unity were Stars.

Did you know the story of Atlantis?
Innovative, my, so experimentative,
now their offsprings sing hosannas,
but they disobeyed a Law imperative,

they played with women aggression
and corrupted Knowledge Wise
ill-device, in itself, meant as a procession
of Inverted Merkaba,...Demise.

I have dreamt my tears ~ as of today,
I felt the Titans rising in activating force
of protection, but the Ocean did sway
and brought upon a Deluge, oh Source!

Can you imagine how it feels
when you fail at protecting the dearest
endangering the mechanism's wheels
as to remove a numeral - Thou, fearest.

Thou, fearest, the Wrath of God
that shall always crash upon you
as salvating forces they were thought
but did Elohims in incarnation ever have a clue...?

Some smart sapients evaded the danger,
moved away to spread their wings,
true bravery of heartbroken rangers,
but today my Heart ...sings!

IT sings, because in Tibet
in a hidden oasis of colours,
secluded, they the new met,
the Children of Atlantis' sole heirs.

Also, Petar Dunov's Brotherhood of Light,
and the Bogomil sacred chanting echoes,
united their chours creating a Sight
for it shall be Forth,  the Necrum -

Aren't you shocked! As it appeared
right in front of their sacred gate,
and it seemed at first so weird
but they didn't really have to wait...

Lucifer appeared there.
The corrupted prideful prince.
And the Enoch Keys Infernal air
uttered Holy Ghost melodic hymns.

And an Anti-Christic energy
something never before felt,
waved itself in complete syergy
with God's plan, for it's.... the Well.

"I'M Sorry, Father!" Lucifer Cried.
"I LOVE YOU and I Shall Serve."
And this is not truly a Lie
Because it Holily as Tears Curved...............

"My Father, My Blasphemy"
but it is hurled out in the World
the New Energy of Alchemy
The Luciferian Meets God's Word.

And up there, in the starry sky that swirls,
where the hopes of the newly deadborn can be seen
The Vesak intention does now twirl
and emanate the good will with hymns...

You did not die in vain, Beloveds.
You are on a mission for the One.
The purest of us always covet
for the Aumic Inner Life that's Eternally On!

"Todor Vranchev"



Ten years ago, you died in pain;
who knows what kind of horror
had been haunting your inner domain
that would soon be deprived of a tomorrow...

I don't really know your story,
just what I have read and heard;
but a gloomy illness did worry
your face on the pictures, a bit blurred....

I get it that you studied too much,
two years you took as a one alone,
excellent grades, in your free time you touched
with hope and faith the yoga books ... of stone.

I caress your ghostly face,
because I feel how you sought God,
and let forever your holy grace
shine over your past life's prevailing thought.

It was a successful life mission,
although it ended so tragic.
Your innocent quest for God in the face of contrition
wipes off the weary tears, turning them into magic.

Rejoice now and be free of ~
whatever dreadful mystery haunted you
even your mother's sorrowful love
that keeps you grounded, but she doesn't have a clue.

I love you and I am proud of you.
May there be more pure people like you around.
Falling down is flying too,
I heard that you silently cried for an end ... what a sound.

Suicide or not, one thing is true...
you were full of virtues and still are
there was something very honest about you...
and hear me out, while the shining star

rises above your head to announce
that you have home returned, in salvation
the healing shower cures your wound profound
and it proclaims: Life eternal is, my child;
Be lifted, frustration!

"Тодор Вранчев"

Преди десетилетие в мъки почина,
и кой да знае що за ужаси тежки
са тегобничали в тебе дълбочинно
преди утрото да отнемат ти човешко.

Не зная всъщност историята твоя,
само туй що чела съм и слушала,
но навъсена болест безпокойно
личи си, по снимките премрежени, те душела.

Разбрах, че учел си, усърдно и прилежно
две години си ги вземал за една,
оценките отлични; а в свободното ти време най-безбрежно
чел си за ~ каменната ~ йога - с надежда и мечта.

Милвам лицето на душата ти,
о, колко силно дирел си Господа преживе
и нека аурата засияе през крилата ти
и огрее твоята основна мисъл на живота дивна.

Била е успешна твоята мисия нежна,
въпреки завършека ти тъй трагичен.
Невинното ти търсене на Бога безбрежно
измива страха от вината, сълзите ти магични.

Сега се радвай и се освободи
от каквато покрусителна мистерия тежеше ти,
от всичко, що надолу те мори,
което заземява те; нека блеснеш, и да полетиш!

Гордея се със теб и те обичам силно в самотата.
Нека има повече хора като теб в света.
Да падаш отвисоко пак е полет на душата
Разбрах, че връз земята си изрекъл за спасение слова.

Дали било е вольом или по погрешка,
едно е сигурно, че ти си пълен със таланти,
бил си честен в свят тъй нечовеки,
и ме чуй, докато звездите най-галантно

изгреят над главата ти, за да оповестят,
че заврънал си се вкъщи, във спасение,
и нека върху теб лечебни дъждове завалят
и Ангелите да възпеят, че животът е вечен;

"Вдигни се, Сътресение!"

Защото в Рая си и там е вечно благовеене!

"The Absolute and the Relative in the Face of God's Love"



Mystical disciples of All Lands
have been focusing on theory
some are deeply feeling in the sands
of time where is All the Glory.

What is it like to forget what it was?
Before the Breath began its pulse
even if breathless, the Form already has
circulating energy to fill its veins and burst

in the centre of the Heart
where every Single One can be
either a centred unity or start
to swing back and forth, for you shall see

that the Absolute and Relative
boggling minds should come to peace
Isn't Love Enough, the negative
is not opposed to duality where bliss

can fill each end of the equation
then all the Unease shall Understand so Wise
"Am I Not Enough" What a frustration
if all the Glory Pure of the One cannot suffice

in the Heart so Yours, where there's a Single Truce
IT IS LOVE and that is all you need to get
when walking in a enthustiast explorer's shoes
the Craving for Even more of Knowledge Itself bets

all that it has in its hands,
ready to Die for the Quest of God,
if trapped in unachieving of itself, but Wands
of a Magician is not For Insatiable Curiosity thought.

It is rather to find peace and to unify
yourself in an egregor that can expand
and then you innerly amplify
the Blessed Emotions that need no Concept; it Began!

Shishentsi

Have you heard of Shishentsi
dank village in the uppest Northern
West of Bulgaria, where did any
soul not feel the fayes tall to shorten

the sight of alienated villagers?
As the samovili roam in white,
amid wedding drummers, that by tatar pillagers
were slaughtered in the blossom of the bride.

Oh... people there wear garlic too.
In their pockets and they put
the safety measure in the children's blouse
without explanations, whispers be shut.

Some men in fairest oldening age
disappeared for some days
and somehow they truly found their ways
to their co-villagers dismays

that they did not recall a thing or two
about what they have done
apart from sightenings of ladies with pale hue
bright, in white, weaving, with arms - thrown

sideways, their bodies shiver
and Blind became the Man that looked
right in Her Eyes, so Quiver!
Vanga said " When did you see the vilas hooked?"

"It cannot be undone"
"Their magic is too strong"
So maybe vampires, too, spun
drink blood, as there they belong.

Once... Gencho chobanin
wandered around in the dark
to play the kaval, da zvani,
and the wedders met him with a spark

so bloody red in their eyes,
they held wine canteens
and they invited him to drink, it dries
their mouths unsatiated of the wins.

He was spellbound and he drank it
succumbed in the potion of this unending past
still echoing in the night, the banquet,
for it shall, murdered joy of wedders, last.

Then Gencho's sister saw him
climbing on a tree alone
with a horse head in his palm so thin
singing songs, oh graveyard's stone.

A Family found gold underneath a tree
cut it to the ground in seek of greed
a poltergeist started uneased, unfree
scatter knives and spoons, in need.

When the provost went to see himself
an axe flew near his back
and this is it... the vilaggers hear it well
the wedding echoe in red of drums and flasks.

A mysterious creature appeared
overhauled the ghosts and sirens of gleams
And she cried out of heart so fierce
"Defend our Land, my Lovely beams!"

"Tired"



Sleeping sun, a dying princess
and a shield of crystals glistening
The mountains of glass under nests
of phoenixes forever listening

to a Heart that Seeks
hidden keys can still be found
better to isolate the peek
with impenetrable Sounds...

When can you say I love you?
As to kiss the lips so dear
telepathy, I need you, I awe you,
in the lands that aren't near

so Ideal, such a Mutuality
no one ever feels deprived
God, I AM True Spirituality
Expanding just like My Life...

Isn't it nice to feel transcendental?
But I am not the princess in the castle
Glass in the Heart is just Cold, Ungentle
and I ... want to rest from all the hassle.

"The Past and The Pain"



Once upon a dreaded time,
the belovedness could not persist,
for the feelings always rhyme
with situations that happen to exist...

Have you ever tried to be strong?
Like a stone, without a scratch,
but when the heart dictates it's wrong,
how does your intention really match

the will instead of the wish...
when the memory recalls situations
and all you do is sillily squish
the slowly developing blessings, as patience

is not something everyone can withstand
especially in our world so gruesome
where even conditions are not enough to bend
the benevolence of a person that needs some?

Yes, I do not care that much
about someone in particular
but the principle behind it, such
disappointment brings ~ inequal.

Or maybe I need to trust God's plan more...?
But tell me how to stop to tremble...
I... don't seem to know how to ignore
the past that ... always resembles.

"It's not about you"



Hello, what do you need, indeed?
Roleplaying calls for some imagination
but our streets are full of tumbleweeds
and the faces of people carry frustration...!

What is obstinacy, my dear Ego?
I have never known you, to be sure,
and conversations are like stepping on a lego,
and my childhood visions blankly blur

in the shape of imaginary friends,
because no one I met was unconditional,
and the energy fuel lost its stance,
when it got exhausted, it felt past - it's official.

I want to tell you, dear spirit,
people don't know how to laugh...
It's so empty where dreams are finished
or at least they end up as time and a half.

Hahaha. It's always bitter
when you try to cut a string
but it litter's you, this goddamn litter,
and tears captured in my blinks.

It was a mystery to find out
this time I didn't fall in fancy,
but it was still painful without
the potential developing in some scenes...

I cannot immerse myself in movies,
still and lazying out on a sofa,
it's just so devoid of own life, groovies,
it's nothing but a coloured buffer.

I don't know how you manage this lifestyle,
I want experience and plentitude..

But It's been a goddamn while.

This horrendous foreign attitude.

It's the lack of patience to prepare
for something to present itself healthily
in your life, as you do have to bear
the endless minutes beforehand, effectively.

Healthy lifestyle means Your Presence
to be sufficient as a Primordial Way
But hello there.. God.. my Essence..
it's Just Made to be in Company that Stays!

superheroes always playing clever/
"yeah my town is saved "/

you never/

care about the people dying /
in the building --

you destroy/

you idiots denying/
real life action /

you androids/
fucking Marvel robots///

dissing

yeah I know how you'd be pissin

if you saw it in real life

yeah, show you muscle// it's a liee

"Of the Darkening of Valinor"

My dear.... my beloved,
Light of the Almighty Source,
A Life Giving Dream of
Protection, as it is more than a Force.

Can you imagine captivations
in Morgoth's antilight den that wrings
when you lost all hope in damnation,
salvation is all you awe, for it welfare brings.

Living on an isolated plane..  
where all the gore is normalised
wars are means of winning, bane
is considered to be civilised....

But when you die, what happens?
Oh, the bliss of Multisphered Shires
You realise what holiness is, dark ends
are also unmanifested; eternal is the fire.

Laurelin, Thelperion!
Bringers of the Life!
You prepared for celebrations so merry, on
a day that Triumps the Skies.

Fruits, fragrance and music,
abundance, gratitude and smiles,
cherries, apples and fluids
transcendentally communicating while

everyone was cheerfully preparing
to manifest a new good will
as sacred as the hearts of those caring
having faith in the Plan so Absolute, it thrills.

Everyone is merriest;
only noble souls in harmony, egregore,
floating around in God itself - this fest
was meant to be unison but ... suddenly... an Error!

Ezellohar, the Trees you nourished!
But Melkor summoned himself - as ancient as the Warps,
he speared the holiness, so hellishly gorish,
AntiMetatronic Flower sucked to feed his corpse.

Sight, sound, and will, usually agile.
It shattered them all, as they lost.
The Light was desacrated ... so fragile..
The Void was occupied by a Parasite host!

No, No, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Orome and Tulkas' mission failed
warrios of light, where did you gooo??
When your hopes get shattered, and THEY HAIL???

DO you know what it is like
to be responsible for the divine protection,
so the Holiest realm, before it could sprout,
like a child was murdered; for resurrections.

I.... ohh..ohh mmyy...
whh-h-at happened? I ...
why..
why could I not defend?

Tears of desolation, so damn polite...

Muhaha.
...
Morgoth grinned.

"Your trees -
they  had  to meet
their end !"

"Homesick"



Skydiving cats with umbrellas on dots
wouldn't agree with your humble conclusion;
the witch is silently crying, the knots,
she wants to cause some confusion....

I love it when karma hits...
me, not the others - to be clear,
maybe finally my wits
will come together, shall I hear

the message of the Universe
to follow the path of the sublime;
oh but what will happen to her curse
when she has to face The Time?

I am not sure how karma unfolds
its ways and how it justice brings,
I shall not think, it's what it holds
for the Lesson Learnt blissfully sings...

The sea calls for me, so inspired,
I sway on a swing like a God
witches, did their plan backfire?
Eternal life, just be, like thoughts...

I don't want to talk in vain
in fact I don't even want to listen
this life is karmic pain
but remember that it's meant to christen...

Achieving the chrystic state of being,
adamantine-born sapient diamond,
it's always seeing... always seeing...
I yearn for the crimes' end.

Solitude it not to be endured,
so still in a cubic furniture - bored
But the spirit is always lured
to experience enlightenment's oath.

Yes, we thought it would be easy,
unrealistic to sink in oblivion lesser,
now I'm left with vague breezes...

Do I miss home? Well..

Yes, sir.

"Melkor's Lies"



Peaceful races, gullible minds,
full of innermost desires;
playing with whatever He finds
in their soul material, his magnifiers

have never missed a spot;
His Crown of Deceit carries burden,
Fall in my hands, innocent thoughts,
I'll plant there vices, they'll emerge in

your behaviour and beliefs...
you will act out of evil whims,
My sound twists, it upheaves,
it lures, inverting Holy Hymns.

Feanor, oh Feanor Dear,
who are full of disdain for me,
you don't listen, so will you hear?
Your own Hatred I shall Be.

Your ear will become a portal,
host of worms invisible of doubt and sin,
you will lose your trust in brothered, and mortals
will also be my Key to the Distrust Within.

I'm lost in the visions of AntiTwists,
alas, I have affinity to Pure Emanations,
and I ... shall spread rumours, my gifts
are Discord and War for the Kin... I'm so patient.

Ancient Evil dawns upon you,
Feanor, the Eldest son Successor,
Fingolfin, Tirion you shall come to lose,
Elves, For You the Mortals are Oppressors.

Preferred by the Valar they Are, oh Immortals.
They shall inherit Middle Earth's domain...
Thus, ... be Lifted from your Hearts, your Centred Morals!

Commence... Unrest of the Noldor Disdained!

"I tried to Kill the Absolute Sword"



Today is a Day of Remembrance,
of Utter Respect for the Ways,
I believe in your Ascendance,
but I show the opposite, for it prevails.

So sorry, I always repeat it,
yet I fall in the trap... again and again...
the Plan of God's perfectly knitted,
clouds sewn to the Cosmic matter... I deign.

I always fail to meet the expectations
that prove oneself to be worthy of trust...
Is it for my ungrateful lack of patience
that I distort the facts, or it's bad lust?

I look up in the sky and I hear
"Om Namaste Om Namaste Om"
it's a call to defend what's dear
but my dearest I unapologetically scorn.

Fulfil thy undignified sexual desire
and find yourself en route to hell
it's like plugging yourself to the Matrix' wires...
the jellyfish Regulus robots do dwell

around Urumba's deserts sucked
and people are asleep before the TVs
this hypnosis makes them so 3D but
the artificial intelligence opportunities seizes.

I project astrally to planes of cold,
trying to repent and dignity regain,
but I feel like it's too late, I'm told,
I'm being held up by repetitive blame.

Merikhene, Guardian of the Absolute Sword,
how could I rebel like a fool unworthy,
I pray for forgiveness, thank Our Dear Lord,
and I hope that I haven't hurt the Birdie.

Astonished and perplexed - this is how you are.
Usually rebellions come with a cause or two,
but mere anger, plain, as dead as a war,
this is the motivation behind my lack of clue.

Thank you for being so merciful,
forever rectifying to perfection,

but I want to tell you I am pitiful

and it ALWAYS

ALWAYS comes to

neglection.

I tried to destroy your sword,
I cursed all the ones I love,
In acid I corroded my adamantine cord...

so please know... I'm permitting of.

Of the deadest of ways

Lotus Eater, Merkaba's Tabu,

so please know... to your astonished Dismays,

I simply don't have a clue. I'm due.

I'll have to pay, I know,
but Will I actually learn?
Because desacrating is not a show...
it is simply ... a burn...

A wound in your right to be a Creator,
protector, part of the sisterhood even,
my innocent absolute jokes may be baiters,

and I just...

We shall see, then.

" Bless: Flame Imperishable "



Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?

Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.

So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt

the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made un dono for it's ennex
and the Vedic Way is Violent.

Yes, but ayuraveda is a healing
so it does depend on the Intent
behind the I when uttering its dealings
and Anger downfall-wards went.

Oh. So I am threatened?
Naive a bit and full of Love.
But Let This Word be a Willed Good End.
This is the Heart of the Dove.

A girl is looking with remorse,
unknowing how she passively agressive
started the Mala ways endorse
without resistance, with agreement oppressive.

How could she hurt a fellowed Heart?
Even Melkor was unbiased
looking from aside, neutral, smart,
understanding the Phoenix, liaised.

I forgive you not, he Uttered.
But God love he now did.
The Akuma Cursed Flame shuttered
for it Shall Not be Let UnHid.

Devine and Device, interesting words
Do they ever combine with each other?
For the True Chrystic emanation sure's
crafted for Life's protection, when bothered.

To be able to emit good and bad
but not as mirroring reactions
but to Unite what initially Had
been the problem of the Fractions.

Fractions versus Fragmentation.
One is like the Matrix - multiplied.
The other gathers them all in creation,
ablation is the Evil Craft disguised.

Searching the fourth AllDivinity,
the first one that launched the Adamantine,
the One that Relatively was the Trinity
and it will not get to it upon time.

Oh Why do I dear join in!
When I want to protect you and thank you?
Encourage your humble withins,
that victoriously Save our Same Dues!

I thank you... I thank...
This is how it Will Be...
I thank for it's Just a Manque...
But I Thank for Life's Eternity!

" Eöl The Dark Elf of Beleriand "



Blacksmith-casted reactional spells,
chemical behaviour of elements metallic;
clatter, flames and melting smell,
compounds and alloys, mixed and graphic.

Ferrous iron, as black as His Soul,
non-ferrous coloured low weight standards,
Eol The Elf, He Did Quite Know,
how to Yield this Science's hazards.

He forged shining dark Galvorn,
a metal inspired by Dwarven friends,
hard as their steel but malleable, worn
as suit of armour in the Woodland realms.

Nan Elmoth, oh fairytale shadowed,
a forest in Beleriand the East,
for it somewhat peacefully gathered
tranquil enchantments, powerful, at rest.

Aredhel, oh Fair Beauty!
Third Child of Noldors' Fingolfin,
to his Marrow you soothed
Eol, as he grew fond of you within.

A heart of mirk and of shadows,
as forestal and silent as the wood's trees,
he cast a spell that was aglow
to captivate your radiance, as the breeze

would guide your presence always
to the same labyrinth's end
the Lost girl wouldn't find her boys
Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Egalmoth - the band;

but she would wander and roam,
each pathway twisted in curves,
leading her only to her future home...
for He secretly Lures.

This is how she Married Him -
Eol the Elf, the Dark,
a Child she bore, her Maeglin,
her healthy son, her spark.

But she started to harbour
a lingering and sad sensation
for she missed with ardour
the brothers left behind; impatient...

So they waited for the Tall and Dark
to go on a new quest unknown
and on an adventure they embarked...
Maeglin escorted her; Disowned

was he when his Father discovered
what a treachery he had committed
he pursued them, so burnt and bothered,
for his Son his Wife had evicted.

Eol was known for his Javelin Spears
He tried to aim at his son
but his mother threw herself and it Pierced
her ... She died from her Wound.

This is the glorious story
of a bewitched and valiant Elf
Yet.. Did he ever feel Sorry
for Murdering his Family ... Himself?

"The Secrets of Ea"



Suddenly, a vision of Age First
Amid the vastness of the time
after Arwen's tears burst
into the river that entwined

All the experiences felt there,
the Creation of Ea's within,
all the glory honoured, fair,
for All dignified have been.

The 144 Elven Ones
the number of Achievement
for it's About their Dance
when they Separate Went

When the Ainur Avatars
launched their Formating Design
and Chose the Veil of the Stars
to Offuscate as to Entwine.

Yes, they were good at Cosmic Truths,
and they had a Promise Golden,
their Utter Success deeply soothes
their Tears for the Evil Unfolding....

What a blessing, for it was rumoured
that a Vision of Nan Elmoth
was somewhere seen as ancient roamer
and a Tower Crafting God.

Clenching, clattering and lots of lava,
sparkling, glowing and the metal
Pumping Forgery in vena cava
Deus Faber, fused, dissolving, never letal

merged together when molten
myth creating, magic alive ~
...but you need to be bold and
... Next time, please protect your wife.

Barahir and Bregolas,
I see your Immortal Flame,
Mortals in Arda will eventually Last,
a new teaching of marvels came.

For it is always the Achievement,
of the Absolute that's Relative,
and it's the New Middle Earth Sacrament.
New form of Immortality's imperative.

They shall be respawned by Namo Mandos,
in the Halls of Waitings echoed the Bells,
and the Family that Wandered in this Source
sought each other like new Selves.

What an amusement... shall I see you?
Each and everyone did think
I miss you ... I terribly miss it, to be you,
as it's the HOUR TO SYNCH

In a new dance of Creation,
the Second Music of them All,
Melkor twisted his bettered Version...
followed by a flood, rainfall...

Oh, He Sings and Shows the Secrets
of the Deities that were so Veiled
The Absolute is the One; His Frequence
can be both Nothing and detailed.

Sing, Sing, oh Melkor...
Who Rises in Might.
It swirls, Your Core.

... Yes.  It's a beautiful Sight.