amidst the ceaseless scroll,
a name emerges from the abyss -
familiar, haunting.
A surge of longing,
a shadowed yearning.
Oh, how I ache for thee."
- Bash Spellspectre the Vivisector, 8th June 2024
In what could only be surmised
as Deggial's deception
An echo of you rippled through
the ocean of time and electronic data
forming an image
which I am yet to grasp
with my own physical senses
Like a pontianak
we would like to nail your neck
so to corporealize
your being in this physical plane of existence
Halfscore and two
firmly carved into our beliefs
of your untimely demise
o beautiful God's creation
at which sight mortals swooned
And when you once again beckoned
we feel nought but elated
indescribable, this miracle
small, these humble hands o mine
this blessing to cup
Reminding us once again
of whom we owe our lives to
never to again turn our eyes away from
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