by Charles E S Fairey
I am a formless unknowable black canvas, of a face
My veiled form hides the truth of thee, Oh Lord
All others glue to my form, with magnetic embrace
Come hither, be mine host, for the souless Lord.
I am darkness invisible, oblivion itself
Even the King of Terrors, serves my utter chaos
I have a face of all and many forms, but not myself
For I have none, but oblivion’s infinite unknowable darkness.
If darkness was visible, my form would terrorise
For to see your Lord, in his truest form
Your eyes with bleeding darkness, would the devil realise
For upon my cross you suffer, in my anger, hoof and horn.
My price you may ask, is evil, it is mine
For I do not wish you, to suffer the same
I have chased myself, for magdelenic ethereal time
Yet still no one, I, the Lion, has been able to tame.
A thousand features, a thousand forms, infinity
Darkness Visible, the light a’blazoned, the veil of the unknown
A thousand sins, a thousand crimes, the law of divinity
I made my enemies, with hell’s eternal fiery throne.
But darkness visible, would have it no other way
For he knows what love is, and is eternity true
It doesn’t matter if you judge me, or care to pray
For darkness visible, is all I have ever known, or knew.