Sacred Night

A poem on soul traveling

Communion with the Eternal Source Riding the flames of an unseen force The sacred night reveals its secrets For those who overcome their weakness

The perpetually dying physical vessel Knowledge brings no need to wrestle Against the thunderous omen That makes time feel frozen

One more demise of the flesh Walking puts the skills through a test Seeing is not guaranteed either Unless the astral eyes are eager

The soul transcends space and time It is ultimately divine A powerhouse of endless horrors For the mindless explorers

Stay still and listen to the power of the void It calls out through the Gate that was destroyed By rational thoughts and pretentious knowledge Unlike the soul that seeks its solace

Flying through billion possibilities Leaving behind the mundane thoughts and hostilities The sacred night opens its dark embrace As the soul seeks knowledge, floating in space

This poem was written while listening to the album of Metatron Omega “Illumination”. If you like dark ambient music, you might want to check them out (and the rest of the music published by Cryo Chamber label). Another favorite album from them is “Evangelikon”.