Occult Method

Many tracts are in me hidden
A welcoming road for Djinns unbidden

Through wake and sleep they pursue me
To every macabre sacrifice made an invitee

Through shadow gestures and fleeting thought
Is the wager by which this soul may be bought

I dream of the Titan’s rude will
To pounce upon eternity with my war cry shrill

Dire the game, direr the fates
In every fleeting moment my being grates

The lures are many, and my aids are few
And this occult method is how am made anew.

Painting Courtesy: Priti Ghosh

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