Sigil Silhouette

All a sudden I fallen In sullen Before the calling All a sudden I fallen In sullen Before the calling I crept back into my cave To wait for the sunrise to engrave Actions of the early dawn Blanket of black casted fast Witness the murder of light Observe it's blade made of shade During daily routine of magic With rituals in ancient form Whisper from depths of umbra Thou whom shall sprout a name Each word individually toned Leaving a glaze upon thy ear Sentences lit by dying illumination Deriving from the mouth of the cave Slithering unhurried closer Creeping leisurely through my vessel Carving darkness with a chisel Every line detailed No familiar rune nor mystical form Impelled without constraint Nudge the art, index digit Reverted back in an instant shiver Terrestrial aestival hibernal cold