Nekumanteion

Saturnine Prince

That Death didst follow from birth

Gazing downwards through life

Seeking that in deepest earth

Silence bearing the markings of time

Crystal tittering, echoes absorbed

The lithe white proteus in motion

Here I am present and unaware

Deep calls to deep
There is no revelry

There is melancholy

A warm bitter sweet anguish

Stirrings, tumultuous interruptions

Memories of what was and cannot be

The broken heart that dieth not

Mania, Larunda, Muta, Dea Tacita!