stratago captimus

the nights became crowded

whispers from the stacks of archives

voices echoing from the energy

trapped in those pages

shapes began harmonizing

i wandered through them all

inebriated hands fumbling

remembering what she told us

i knew it then but not now

we have to keep our secrets

the bard wrote me a letter

kind and true

wax sealed on parchment paper

dear wizard - i’ll be needing symbols

she will have it her symbols

sigils

alchemical twisting of energies

the letter read different that night

it talked of entities

answering the whispers

a sigil of souls

i married the shapes

using the oracle

i created a skeletal structure

with written prayer i manifested intention

layering energies

creating something new

an entity

a being

a symphony of shadows

synesthesia

the sacred art, stratago captimus