Mente o Corpo à Alma

A mente divaga
O corpo fica em terra
E a mente só não mente mais
Porque o corpo não eleva
Preocupado, ele observa-a com cautela
Enquanto ela brinca e esvoaça por aí
Sobre fundos, inóspitos oceanos
Onde ele nunca poria pé
Não se arrisca nas trevas de profundezas
Ávido de ares diurnos com pouca fé
Não aguenta a alma que se incha de negrume pavor
A mente embranha-se levemente nelas
Sem respirar sua tinta, nem cegar-se com fatalidade

The Old Ones Untold Tales #72961

If there are phenomenons
That persist on remaining unknown
Engulfed in riddles and mazes
Only known with absolute clarity
By the most ancient of gods
Too complex and vast
For the minds of Men
To retain such knowledge
And still remain with their sanity intact
Death shall always be one of those
Until the End of Times

This particular phenomenon
With high frequency of occurrence
(A rather common event
Not hard to miss
If the curiosity shall arise
To observe such things)
Most times happens quickly
Usually mere seconds
Until the process is completed
Yet time has been known as malleable
And under this particular event

Agonizing seconds such as these
Seem to possess an incredible elasticity
Stretching indefinitely to hours, days or even years
In the mind of the dying soul

It is also rumored of those whom this process
Can happen indefinitely after the body had ceased activity
Making this experience resistant to the normal wear of time

Due to the extended time this can continue on happening
The degrees of agony on the dying soul
Can be equal to the amount of liquid necessary to overflow certain container
Therefore, this intensity of emotions may trespass the fabric of the life itself
(Being the only known essence to ever come across such sacred barriers)
So they shall haunt the living
Scorning those who will once experience feelings such as these
For how long, it is not known
Depending on how unfortunate those will be
And if they will become these gods' forsaken creatures

The Trickster God

The Old Sun envies the Full Moon
Humans always gaze in awe at the pearl of night
But blinded would they be
If they would even glance at the source of light

So, once in a while
His Majesty wears a mask of clouds
So it can dwell in her charming vests

Oh Trickster, Trickster
How much you love her
But denial is such a powerful force
To eclipse passion more hot than your chaotic core
Into vows of consumption and domination

You should know this
When you'll two meet
Your kiss will fuse you together
The sky will shudder and explode
And your light surpass the bright of a thousand suns
Still, humans will be as one too
Inspired by your unbridled lust
They will defy laws of physics to watch you shine