The Seventh Iris Gateway of the Great Reclusion Unfurls
By Riven Waker
A universe suspended
Centered in boundless space
The constant is my trusted method
I have drawn the spades' ace
Apropos for the spider
The creature to convert
Sense my prey upon the
Numberless lines
A species to subvert
Within the many ways
As through eyes of the grey
To see dimensions beyond
To death as death is to life
Into my lair I abscond
As subject and worshipper
Sacrifice to gain the wyrm
And the boundless planes
And find final passage
As citadel and gateway
A cyclopean bust of her likeness
Trust upon the brow and shoulders
Where as gargoyles abound and fly
Through the limitless realms
None bolder - rise and ride
As the dragon of black alights
Winged like fireflies bright
As ultra-nova bonfires' lightÂ
Gathering in nurseries the sight
Soaring through the skies of night
Facets replete in arachnid eyes
Spheres all tangles my silken
Bond all spiderlings silkily fond
Husks strewn like fallen blossoms
Litter immeasurable palatial halls
With intrigue reality has grown deceived
The empires of flesh impregnate sprawls
Dead stars pour in casting dreadful palls
Bloated like a red giant
My symbol is her mark
Dark particles flow through
My mistresses' hourglass arcked
Beset with nameless plagues
The diseased predation will assuage
Craving born of the inner void
For at the center is emptiness - all destroyed
Cry out to your God
But no one is there
Soon you pass within
The sphere of terror
Indulge fully well your unimagined appetites and in travels
For soon we shall feed upon your sensory memory as infants
Finding satiety to acquire the envenomed state of balance
Subsumed by the dawn of the morrow
You are now as a clockwork of faux sorrow
Hallowed glass tears fall like fangs
In onyx sacrificial halls
Abode of the darkest disciples
All pupils ensorcelled
My very core - that of all
No mere loathsome
Infestation enthrall
Bleak myrmidon
To my - Lolth
At the center
Of creation
And all
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