Sigils (Poetry)
Sigils, what are they? Vile? Evil? Grotesque? Pain mired in pallettes? Are they curses and hexes? Oh my! Heralds twist, bending the thin veil.
Beware! Beware! We know not what these mean! Lest not leer upon them. For if you do, well, your casket will find. Sayeth sad heralds.
Tis the way of Wyrd; of Magic abound. Distasteful distinctions in the eyes mundane. But what once was lost will be lost no more. Lines here line out fate.
In the art set forth planets shall speak free. Fates let knowing fall. Gods make known their will. And we make Magic. Alchemy through art.
We guide and keep safe, nurture, heal and teach. The Abstract, the Wyrd. Stunning visuals invite study, provokes deep delving into
that which is ourselves, the cosmos, and the Magic made real by our own device drawn lines reveal the inspired insight from
powers, guides and the energies that flow. Inate and involved silent and loud, that the balance, that is Alchemy aligned.
Through pen and paper, screen and editing Magic is then made. The cost but a small, small potent piece of the maker called hence.
The maker shant make for glory or fame. This is the calling their path and praxis. The "Why" they awoke All is all balanced,
when alchemy shines. Here we shall unveil a Sigils true sight! Tis a grand beacon, a calming forest. Courage, and courting
found! Healing laid on the chronic and lame. Trauma will tremor slinking back. Triumph will be had, hope willed. Growth and grins fostered.
Sigils, what are they? Alchemy of the webs winding wilfull. Abstract made direct. Art made of Magic. Can you hear the call?
The ache of that which is stirring wherein. Now the lines linger, calling forth to you. Will you embrace thy Alchemists appeal?
My personal interpretation and definition is as follows: A Sigil is the artistically visual form of taking the abstract and the Wyrd and turning it into an Alchemy all its own.