Summon Me! From Dismal Mountain
Where fallen prayers drift slowly down
Where ash of fallen prayer lies mounting
From the privy of the Beast!
Take Me! Shake each Gilded Logic
From dreaded Death! From dung deposits!
From the liars’ breath of thieves!
From Serpentes, friend of Eve!
Spill me! Spill my ancient grief!
My faith that God once had in beasts!
Spill the essence of my clay
Across this Night! Across the Day!
O Hear! Echoic from this ashen fell
Where idols leant and fallen dwell—
My Lords-in-waiting! Seneschals!
A few words:
Serpentes (sir-pent-eze): a name in biology for the snakes— used here as the given name of the serpent in the Garden of Eden.
Fell: a hill or highland.
Leant is leaned. Rhymes with lent.
Seneschal: an officer or steward in a medieval noble household, in charge of servants and their duties, ceremonies and administration of justice. Reminds me of a lieutenant in an old crime family.
The premise here is that The Beast has no power of his own; it is first begged or stolen.
This lyric comes off as heavy metal in my head. With liturgical effect.
Published in: “Letter to the White Imbongi” 2013