Octahedron: Harbinger

Its slender frame
 felt like barren stone
 
 inside a black covering,
 hovering above the horizon
 Drone of death
 Drone of creation
 The whole form
 expressing only will and power
 It was soon lost to sight,
 manifesting growth
 The birth of life
 The end of all
 Drone of creation
 Drone of death
 No signs of human feeling
 Heavy leaden curtains covering all
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 physical fatigue and mental suffering
 Hide away in your den
 I will be retreating
 It will be advancing
 Like a serpent of material life
 seeking to devour its children
 Taking unto itself wings
 to fly into the dryness of the eternal desert
 The shadow was that of a vault
 A protestation
 of the prophetic spirit life
 Condemning the east and west
 Blackness surrounding all
 I read it in the figure, gleaming in darkness
 I can feel it drawing near – deep vaults, closing doors
 Gathering and boring down
 from the fathomless shadows
 Hopeless we are, fighting
 behemoths
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 Becoming a monster,
 a receiver
 Penetrating the core
 Finding destruction
 Into the labyrinth,
 in hardness against themselves
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 Becoming a monster,
 a receiver
 Drone of creation
 Drone of death
 Into the labyrinth I go
 In hardness against themselves and against others
 Turning inwards, gathering the strength for self-conquest