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Hymn Of The Arcane Night
by Orbindu Ganga

 

 

 

Silhouetted layers of the presence

Prismed in the consciousness

Captures the aura - thawed and

Mimed, revered, and honoured.

In the world known only to thyself,

Away from the realm of human

Understanding, thou shall try to

Redeem thyself through words.

The words shall be consumed;

To the known, the unknown

Shall decipher the aura than

The words. With the words,

Thou shall believe in joining

The league; the blind, being

Part of the league, shall never

Understand the stream.

The unknown still whispers

To let the night warble aloud.

In solitude, the music is heard

By the inquisitive observant,

Ever in the quest to listen to the

Melody, away from the realm

Of human understanding -

A niche to the arcane heart

Blossoming to inhale the fragrance

Of the forest, living a heaven’s

Life away from the crescendo.

 

 

 

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