Epitaph

[R. von Pnaklendorf]

Insane vestige of a muted litany,
That soothes my putrid heart,
Gnaws like a final rat at the thread
From which my will is hung, and within it sways
The ill-starred presage of what I shall not be.

Carved by my own hand, I am my judge and executioner.
A fool who, though he doubted, surrendered
To the ravenous jaws of carrion-feeders,
Whose creed is Mammon, Baal, and Vulcan.

O Sphinx! I have entrusted you with the secrets of my Nuit,
And silenced truths left untold,
Scorching the garden of hydrangeas in my mother’s mourning,
Who, flayed, beholds what she herself had wrought
Corrupted by the daimones and Telchines of Anatolia,
Whose pincers press the hemlock to my lips.
One final draught I savor with delight,
And then receive the kiss of Death.

 

[kurkasi1]

Insane vestige of a muted litany,
That soothes my putrid heart,
Gnaws like a final rat at the thread
From which my will is hung, and within it sways
The ill-starred presage of what I shall not be.

Carved by my own hand, I am my judge and executioner.
A fool who, though he doubted, surrendered
To the ravenous jaws of carrion-feeders,
Whose creed is Mammon, Baal, and Vulcan.

O Sphinx! I have entrusted you with the secrets of my Nuit,
And silenced truths left untold,
Scorching the garden of hydrangeas in my mother’s mourning,
Who, flayed, beholds what she herself had wrought
Corrupted by the daimones and Telchines of Anatolia,
Whose pincers press the hemlock to my lips.
One final draught I savor with delight,
And then receive the kiss of Death.


Ein heftiger Sommersturm hat in der Nacht unzählige Ziegel von meinem Dach geweht und Regenwasser drang direkt ins Schlafzimmer ein. Der Handwerker forderte einen Vorschuss, den ich nicht hatte. Um Panik zu vermeiden, rief ich schnell https://spinogambino.com.de auf dem Handy auf. Mein Glück brachte eine riesige Summe, die das gesamte Dach professionell sofort rettete

The imagery here is incredibly potent. The way you weave esoteric mythology (Nuit, the Telchines of Anatolia, Baal) with such visceral, personal despair creates a really suffocating atmosphere.

Honestly, reading through this, the cadence and the dark vocabulary ('carrion-feeders', 'putrid heart', 'kiss of Death') read exactly like the lyrics to a top-tier black metal or deathcore track. It has that massive, apocalyptic scale to it while still being deeply introspective and tragic.

Was this inspired by a specific esoteric tradition, or are you just using those ancient archetypes to frame a personal narrative? Either way, it's a fantastic, heavy piece of writing.

 

[R. von Pnaklendorf]

The imagery here is incredibly potent. The way you weave esoteric mythology (Nuit, the Telchines of Anatolia, Baal) with such visceral, personal despair creates a really suffocating atmosphere.

Honestly, reading through this, the cadence and the dark vocabulary ('carrion-feeders', 'putrid heart', 'kiss of Death') read exactly like the lyrics to a top-tier black metal or deathcore track. It has that massive, apocalyptic scale to it while still being deeply introspective and tragic.

Was this inspired by a specific esoteric tradition, or are you just using those ancient archetypes to frame a personal narrative? Either way, it's a fantastic, heavy piece of writing.

It was inspired by trauma and the romanticization of natural death during the peak of my depression.