There are shadows deep, where whispers stir nuit,
Mystical souls embark on paths both dark and bright.
Through ancient rites, with whispers soft and low,
In sacred circles where the ancient embers glow.
By candle's flame and incense curling high,
The veil is rended through our midnight sky.
Flashing glyphs traced with trembling hands,
Unlock the gates to realms the ineffable planned.
The arcane words, in silence, softly chime,
A hymn of power through the bounds of time.
In mirrors black, reflections twist and turn,
A yearning heart where mystic fires burn.
The chalice raised, the blood of stars imbibed,
A covenant with forces dark, inscribed.
Through trials fierce and visions sharp and clear,
The path ascends, and divinity draws near.
With shadows cloaked and darkness as a guide,
The seeker finds the light where only night resides.
In union vast, the soul and all align,
Henosis achieved, the mortal and divine.
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