The Fullness Of God Poem by Aaron Lynn

Grasping at the burning dawn
Of a new ascendancy.
Yet one erected far beyond
The husk of eternity.
Unknowable black majesty
Revealed in glimpses three.
Of wisdom, might, and passion;
Of that ancient serpent's tree.
To bow before it's cryptic roots;
An elect to be delivered
As just another stream that flows
Into death's mystic river.
Unto Pleroma I do strive
In life and in its absence,
For the voice that howls in dreams and skies
Heralds the distant advent.