ANIGRAIL ORCHID

elANIel the Holy Orchid Blooming
In the Kievan Green Virgin Garden
On Her Gentle Petals - Morning Dew
Absorbed by Sunny Golden Rays!
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With Her Fragile Roots in Lushy Soil
Dipping-Deep in Crystal Cooly Stream
She drinks Her Daily Holy Water pure
So Radiant- Queen among the Flowers! 
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Her Organic-Silky Body-Curves so Soft
Sways in Summer Breeze - Slow Dance!
With Hues of Purple, Pink and Crimson
Her Arms Tattooed by Nature’s Brush! 
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Bathing in Bliss of Smells and Colors
She feels a Slightly Touch of Heaven
Caressing Delicately On Her Hair
Sliding down to Her Blooming Petals.
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The Garden Florist Smiling Bright
To see His Flower Kingdom Grow
The Fragrant Perfume in the Air
And ANI - the Sweetest of them All! 
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He makes Her tingle with Delight
She - Him Proud with her Grace
He shows Her - Care and Sympathy
She - opens her Exotic Beauty! 
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Hidden beyond Vales and Glades
Lay this Mythic Anigrail Orchid
Only those with Angel Sight can see
the Florist and his Garden Magic...

+ ANIEL'EVAEL'TYRALIONAE - OCCULTA POESIS +

ANI SWEET NAME LIKE DIVINE HONEY
THREE HOLY WORDS OF EXALTATION!
I.E. - (A)NGELIC (N)EO (I)NVOCATION
                       
YOU ARE FULL OF ARTISTIC MYSTERY
LIKE THE MOON ON CLOUDS OF MIST!
SHROUDED IN THE MYTH OF MAJESTY,
YOU ARE A STRANGER FOR MY WORLD
YET, I FEEL I KNOW YOUR ESSENCE!

SUCH BEAUTY IN YOUR COLOR BRUSH-ART
MUST COME FROM PURE-DEEPEST HEART!

I DON'T SEE YOUR FACE, NO IMAGE...
I DON'T KNOW YOU, JUST WORDS OF LUCK
BUT MY SENSE IS SHARP LIKE RAZOR
I CAN DIVE DEEP, BEYOND THE COVER
AND CAN READ THE WORDS UNSEEN!

'TO SEE IS TO BELIEVE' THEY SAY
BUT I BELIEVE WITHOUT SEEING!
WHO ARE YOU?! LADY ARCANUM ANIEL
CLOAKED IN HEREMETIC MYSTERIUM,
LIKE A VEILED PRISTESS MATERIA
FROM A KIEVAN TEMPLE DECORUM
WORSHIPPED IN SANCTUS SANCTORUM!

IN YOUR HANDS YOU HOLD THE CODEX
FEW CAN SEE YOUR CROWN OF LIGHT,
YOUR SONIC VOICE VIBES WITH HALO
OF COSMIC MELODY! FROM NOVA STARS!

DON'T BLAME ME FOR WORDS SO POOR
I'M A SCRIBE OF YOUR INSPIRATION
ANGEL RITUAL OF POETIC INCANTATION
TO PRAISE YOU WITH MY DEVOTION
AND SHOW YOU MY HUMBLE VENERATION!

YOUR FELINE SMILE HOLDS A SECRET
LIKE A SPHINX OF ANCIENT EGYPT,
AROUND YOU THE AURIC FIELD SO BRIGHT
PAIN TRANSFORMED, BECAME YOUR MIGHT!

REBORNED ANI...ANEW LIKE META-PHOENIX
YOUR BLOOD TRANSMUTED INTO HAPPY TEARS
RISE AGAIN AND CLAIM YOUR GLORY THRONE
THE PRICE YOU PAID, EARNED YOUR HOME!

ON YOUR DARK ALTAR OF BLACK ONYX 
YOU SACRIFICE YOUR GRACE FOR ROSES,
THE INK AND PAINT IS CONSOLATION
IN THIS WORLD OF SLOW DISINTEGRATION.
THEY CARE NOT FOR SUBTLE ILLUSTRATION
OF YOUR SOUL BATHING WITH ILLUMINATION!
LET THE DAMNED RULE YOU FOR A MOMENT
BUT AT NIGHT - YOU REIGN WITH MAGICK!

HAIL! ARCHON'ARCH'ANIEL OF KIEV'AMRIEL!
HALLOWED IS THY NAME IN HIGH HEAVEN!
SPREAD YOUR PURE WINGS OF CORAL CREAM!
ABOVE THIS GLOOMY REALM OF CHAOS FILLED!
SING YOUR SONG WITH SHAPES AND CONTOUR!
AND DRAW YOUR MAGNUS OPUS - SACRED PAINTING
WITH CRYSTAL STILUS - YOUR LUX AETERNA!

ULTIMUS SOLIS ORTUS

 + + + "We all are divided...The worst one- inner Division!"+ + +

     ~Outer fiends can only defeat what you already gave up on!~
                                                         + EXARCH Violykan +

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The Dawn is near, it's the last time I can watch it...

     I was bitten at Midnight...I thought Death took me...how wrong I was...in a sense I did die...now I am...something else...I was spared total oblivion...for what?! Roaming this accursed Land of Ever-Night and Bleak Moon?!

    I guess I am what they call "turned one"...how sad...and to think that in the morning I was in the Church...Yes, I prayed for Immortality! But not this "mimed farce"!

Memories begin to fade...I slip in this new unholy transformation...

The last Image I can hold on to: 'The smell of fresh baked bread on the table. Soft tune of my Wife singing in the kitchen. The sound of sparkling log in the fireplace...distant echoes of farmers in the field...my village on the Hill of Roses...'
Please Heaven, don't take it from me...spare This Memory from dissolution!

      I MUST RUN! Far away from here! They must never know what became of me...

     Bright Dawn rising on the tiny village on the Hill of Roses...From a house nearby, bitter cries can be heard...a woman on the floor in the kitchen...beautiful as an Angel in flesh...tears streaming down her face like the morning dew...in her white hand she holds a letter...on the yellow paper can be seen words written in haste: 'Don't look for me...Your love will always be in my heart...By the Heaven's Grace we will meet again, in this World or the Next...'

      Far from the Hill, in the dark forest...at the edge of the Village, a Figure can be seen blended with Shadows...from the Cloaked Head only two red eyes glow in utter darkness...the crimson gaze is directed toward a house, from which the woman's muffled cry can still be heard...the eyes seem to Glow bleaker...the sanguine light illuminates the white face of the creature...only barely...fresh tears fall on the decayed earth, some of it slide on his pale chest...where the last beat of the heart can be heard...

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