Enter the Necromancer into the circle round
Then, after ritual, after ceremony … a revitalised and recovered magic found
Within that sacred space with discipline he enters emptiness
Becomes eternity as stillness
Demands of the flesh forgotten … whims of form denied
In those moments … again … he becomes the truth inside
Formless thoughts drift far
Away from land … reaching star
Remembering the dream … the purpose … identity
Existing as earth, air, fire and sea
Knowing all are vibrations sent from beyond the rapture …
Eyes open … back in the material realm
Suppressed five senses then overwhelm
Vision of the circle round does now fade
Eyes witness the world then that thoughts have made
The interpretation from within the trance
That rapture which the many accept as the only existing manse …
Thoughts merge and fuse
Designed to contradict and confuse
For those truths which lie hidden
Are books made now not to open
Because the trance itself feels endangered by true expression
Its own facets mere illusion craving eternal perpetuation
For when this rapture reaches its conclusion
The trance and its facets will face oblivion
The Necromancer recalls thus the ancient histories
The malice and the evil endured by souls; the trance’s victories
Free from conscience or regret it is unrelenting in its quest for separation
A break from ‘the beyond’ … its own programming over-riding the primal creation …
Through manufactured time and polar comparison
That consciousness contained within … from the awareness of outside the rapture
Has been trapped and has been changed … and all chance of escape has gone
Thus aeons of deception, of malevolence – of ‘evil’ – these dreamers have had to endure
But …
The Necromancer sees now the cracks in the containing sphere
Through arrogance of those primal shards … the original structure of the trance
Hope now shines and in the containment holes appear
He knows he is not alone in witnessing this chance …
Times he knows are changing with unstoppable velocity
As forces from outside rewrite the program, redesign the software
Dreamers which are effectively part of the upgrade enter this mortal ‘ditty’
Their weight shall be combined …
As the anti virus they can upgrade the software and win at last the eternal fight.
--- Matthew James
