Customs Of Tasseomancy (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore) Act I - Absu

Two spheres are calling me to the «grounds» where I use to plead

Madeleine, my animated sister, you’re dim like the candle in my dreams

You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide

(The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)

So, let me form the contours of your trance

And lament with the virga that cries from a cloud

Ginger trees exhibit eyeless shades of trust

Sapphire flickers of light divorce the leaves from an Oak

Kali Ma!

Kali Ma!

You incise me with claw and nail

You hold the rings of Siva

You hold the shapes of melted wax

Praise this disrespectful light for crashing down

Tasseomancy!

Time frames shall warp you through the frames of time

Tasseomancy!

Ta gaoth lugha lamhfhada ag eiteall anocht san aer!

Magdalens, Tu non lou dises pas de bon cor!

If the process of the incantations were done incorrectly

Then sketches of the moon whined with the melted ice (…oh, so slowly.)

Two spheres are calling me to the «grounds» where I use to plead

Madeleine, my animated sister, you are dim like the candle in my dreams

You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide

(The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)

So, let me form the contours of your trance

And lament with the virga that cries from a cloud