Jaxsun Castro Horn
Astral Adventure - Poem by Jaxsun Castro Horn
In evening tide, I commence to dreaming.
A lucid suspension somatically seeming.
Surreal and abstract, I glow and float,
my soul tethers the mortal boat.
Liberated from body, ascension bound!
To all the heavens and orbs around.
Tonight I sail the sea of space,
to the beacons of His infinite place.
Allured, I veered a ringed Jovian beauty,
a cubic throne of the Capricornian entity.
There, the Mendes Deity - the ass faced Pan.
A phi horned Prince with magical command;
adorned in a black Babylonian coat.
Glowering upon piercing eyes of smoke,
with a dire-some ominous voice, it spoke:
“Pay heed. Become the Lilith of mine.
Be my queen eleven, I am nine.'
A' fright, I invoke an ethereal guardian.
Sarim Casziel, the 7th realm paladin.
Engage! The spirit extracts his sword,
with swift advection and rapid accord
thwarting Pan from severing my cord.
At end, lay the slain demonic lord.
Salvation! “Praise you Angelic servant,
Prince of Solitude and righteous fervent.
Holy Archangel, l bid farewell.'
By morning tide I descend the mortal shell.
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